I also have a good memory on my faces. I was 16. I met a girl. After a while, I realized we had met somewhere before. I asked him what school he was in, he said. I am in 197th. It doesn’t coincide... But somehow we didn’t get together and in a month we broke up. At the end of the 10th grade, he began collecting photos for an album. I took a photo from 2nd grade and recognized it among everyone. I decided to call her. Yes, she studied with me until 3rd grade and then we went to different schools.) I was surprised, but I didn’t remember my school days. Another case was - as a child, my friend and I walked through the park, we were stopped by two older boys and picked out the little stuff. After 40 years I came to a new place of work and among the collective one of them was that “the thief.” Not thinking long, I said I remembered everything. He turned away, then approached and apologized for the past, gave me a pack of cigarettes and asked not to tell anyone about the case. Then we made friends with him.



YYY: How evil you are. I remember the guys who tried to print money from me on October 20, 1998, at 15:37, and you remember it 40 years later.



XXX: That is what I am.) This colleague once said - эх, where to get the money to upgrade the car. I reminded him – Go in and into the park, you know how to do it.



Fuck you are toxic.