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| "What was his/her name again? Sue? Liz? Derek?" One's First Love. Forgotten by most, romantically cherished by some. And occasionally memories or old photos trigger sheer incredulous horror: "What?? This ugly little frog should have given me sleepless nights? Could I possibly ever have wanted to kiss him?!" |
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And in a round of cheerful small talk a big grin is spreading ... for we all know now that someone really has kissed this frog who promptly - plop! - changed into a bank manager ... It gives us the creeps, and deeply ashamed we turn away and to reminiscences ... what it was like, that time between Matchbox cars and driving licence. |
