The breeze was sharp. Every second the cold air rushed by my face, my cheeks were cut ever-so-slightly between the cells. My eyes rose and I recognized a man, his name came to mind, I pointed my glove-covered finger at him and spoke, "David."

"Hey! How's it going? Tim, right?" ... "Jon." His composure showed some brief awkwardness. "Oh man, I was way off. But you did a good job remembering my name." Changing the subject, I asked, "Were they playing Frisbee tonight?" He answered, "I don't know. I didn't go, but I heard some people say they would." Assessing the situation, I reminded, "It is really cold out." "It is, it is harsh. That's another reason why I didn't play."

"Don't worry about the name thing, you meet hundreds of people, ya know?" "Yeah. Jon, right?" "Yes, Jon." "Good, I think I'll remember it." I smiled, "I think that is what you said last time." He paused for a moment and looked embarrassed. He didn't have much else to say than "I probably did." I tried to recover him, "Don't worry about it. But hey, it was nice seeing ya. Have a good night." "Seeya around!"

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Ashley: SO what did you do today?
Jon: Significant Other what did you do today?
Ashley: Huh?.... OH. Pfft, Answer the Question.
Jon: I died. Then I came back as a monkey with rabies. This spurred on much fun, as chasing people who scream a lot was my childhood pasttime.
Ashley: ur a crazy kid

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Hmmmmmm. Girls are ticklish, at least some of them are. That is why I like cheese. They lure ticklish girls into my grip so I can make them giggle while they hold globs of golden tastiness. But I wouldn't know. I am not in Wisconsin. 'Need to fix that, methinks.

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I saw two squirrels fighting ferociously. A random college student was walking by me and looked over as well. I spoke up, "Twitterpated." He chuckled.