One was young and American. She was seriously aspirational, and
is probably betrothed to the quarterback of the college football team by now.
If only she had been a little more polarised and less given to insisting on the
midline view of everything, I would have considered being a surrogate uncle.
The other was a little less young and from various places in
Australia.
She was avowedly un-aspirational, and one of the cookiest people I’ve ever
encountered. She might well be a nun by now, but I’m hoping she saw the light and
pulled out of the God freefall state before she became tedious. If only she’d
been less into Jesus, I might have considered being her best friend.
Life moves on, and the random nuggets we see lying by the
wayside ignore us once we’ve passed by.
This post was sponsored by Messrs Grants, whose superior libation was on special offer at Sainsbury's last week.
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