In 1997 I boarded a transatlantic flight leaving south Florida and headed for beautiful Verona, Italy. I had planned on making the trip with a few friends, but they all flaked and there was no way I was missing out on this. So, I took the flight alone knowing I would be in Italy for two weeks. I was bound to run into someone I could hang out with.
Moral of this story: none. Absolutely no point at all to this entirely fictional story. Except to bulk up my "about me", which it did nicely.
I'm a 24yr old girl from Colorado with absolutely nothing to do with her time.
See? that would have taken up considerably less space.
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