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Mine is now one of my best friends (after much wrangling). If we hadn't shared a dog I bet we would no longer be talking to each other now, but we had to keep in touch because we were sharing the dog. How it all went wrong- I liked booze. She liked one of my mates. (Who, suffice it to say, she didn't like for very long, and who is no longer one of my mates.)
Now, many years later, as I say, she's one of my closest friends. I still get regretful sometimes though. |
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At least I still have all my cd's.