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Nov. 11th, 2012 | 02:07 am

I'm still being asked and piqued about this to this very day over five years later. Five years! I can't think of many things within my life that lasted more than five years. A handful of friendships, a first love, and ranked just below these: a weird blip on the internet involving myself and a girl I knew and traveled with that enveloped itself into an LJ, one that refuses to go the way of every other LJ I've ever had in my life: chronicling a relentless revenge to hurt the girl's ego as tidy and simple as could be. A bit shameful but I refuse to give in.

Poor Emily, I'm not looking to be condescending by any means, but perhaps the bitter sensation of her in my mouth has melted into something I can draw a fond memory or two from. I was much different five years ago. She has to be different too. Maybe. I'm terrible with recognizing faces but my brain hasn't been able to make hers out for quite some time. The rest of it I mismatch for myself in my own head and tell myself there was still something nice about her.

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From: anonymous
Date: May. 17th, 2013 03:03 pm (UTC)

cache of her linkedin profile:

http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:U1t8QA8Y0osJ:www.linkedin.com/pub/emily-connor/64/49b/936+&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=ca (http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:U1t8QA8Y0osJ:www.linkedin.com/pub/emily-connor/64/49b/936+&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=ca)

kinda sad.

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