Same Memory, Different Souvenirs

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At their fiftieth anniversary, someone asked nabout their first date.

He smiled. "I still remember how stunning she looked when she walked in."

She smiled back. "I remember you standing outside the foggy café window for twenty-three minutes... smoothing your hair, straightening your shirt, and whispering to yourself before you came in."

The guests laughed.

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