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The first time we met was in front of a soda machine. I was half-drunk, enraged because it ate my dime.
You befriended me anyway.
After you'd been leaping a while, I recalled that we first met in front of a coffee machine. I wasn't drunk; I was short a quarter.
We clicked instantly.
Now, you've leaped into yourself on the exact date we always meet for the first time. You're in the restroom of the Alamogordo Gym, drying your hands. You just happen to be standing near a condom dispenser.
I can't wait to see how this plays out.