As I'm walking down the sidewalk by a bar in front of my building I see a girl who looks really familiar and I tell His that it looks like a girl i went to college with. His and i continued on our walk and ended up back at the neighborhood bar where this girl comes out to smoke a cigarette and I'm thinking more and more that she was my RA from college but i didn't want to be the pshyco who said "are you Kim from Texas?" She looked over and saw me, recognized me and the rest is history.
3000 miles away and I run into my freshmen dorm RA...in NYC. Wow.
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It is a small world but Texas is a big part of it.
Don't think that you can ever completly escape your past.
From another Texas expatriate
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