This cannot be
I got an email from a Karen H. via Classmates.com - I was racking my brain, Karen, Karen... I used to to know this German girl named Karen in high school, she invited me to play tennis one time but I declined because I was not prepared to spend an afternoon retrieving her balls and mine.
It turns out that some other Karen (probably one of those girls who had to pretend I did not exist, lest she lose control of her barely contained lust, dig?) is organizing our 30th reunion! 30 years? What, did I graduate when I was four?
It turns out that some other Karen (probably one of those girls who had to pretend I did not exist, lest she lose control of her barely contained lust, dig?) is organizing our 30th reunion! 30 years? What, did I graduate when I was four?
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