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A post from Harvey reminds me of a story.
When I was in high school, I went to see "Beaches" without my brother. There is a scene where the lady that died fell off her bed and the cat comes up and sniffs her and sad music plays. But that is not what I told my brother.
I told him that she fell off the bed and died. No one found her for a couple of days and when the cat came to sniff her, she blew up all over the room. Blood and guts and everything. He was surprised and I told him that I was also since it was such a chic movie or something like that.
I must have done a great job of not smiling since almost 6 years later he told me he watched the movie. He was waiting for the chic to blow up all smuggly since he knew about it and others watching it with him didn't. He was disappointed. And I got a laugh.
Posted by on July 15, 2007 04:43 PM | Permalink
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You're a bad, bad girl :-)
Posted by: Harvey | July 16, 2007 05:47 AM