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Oooh Clint, in many ways(but differently) your story touched into my Ivory Tower syndrome. There was a more recent time in my life I was a more 'social' human. About 12 years or so ago I was on one of my regular social group meetings at an open street gathering spot. The tables set up in the middle of a traffic free street in the heart of the '🌈 Village's that Manchester is famous for. Things were being drunk, chatter loud, cruising all around. A typical summer evening in 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧 My two friends C&C were holding host and queen 🐝 'C' came back from the bar and announced one of his aquantantance had told him he remembered me from one of the first 🌈 relationships I ever had. He was a friend who weekend visited us. I was gobsmacked well and truly as I couldn't remember him from Adam, physically, just his visiting us. The actual visit was sometimes back in the mid 1970's. It's funny/strange how he remembered me from all that time ago. Sadly, as was my nature those 12 years back I didn't follow it up, the water under the bridge syndrome 😎 So Clint have a great memorial visit for Abby. Now, I've not done anything 'Great or outstanding' in my life but I've lived an (exciting) and varied life...my way...If I ever put it down on paper in a book/novelleta it would make a good read 😎😝😲 Cheers DougT 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧

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