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On an overcrowded subway today, I was squishing around trying not to fall on anyone or step on anyones feet, I came face to face with Grima. It was very scary. I started screaming, which made him scream back, which made other people close to us scream for no apparent reason, which made the rest of the train start screaming because everyone else was screaming. And then we all stopped and did the wave. And when the doors opened we all charged out screaming (again) "Forth Eorlingas!" or in the case of one small lady, "And this one's for my own Gaffer!" It was very cool.
Well, not really, but I did see Grima. *sigh* why is my life so boring?
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