Memories happen I remember it like it was yesterday, I was somewhere south of Timbuktu. It was back when I was a young lady. I went on vacation with a group of friends. Together , we would tackle places like the Bahamas, Mexico and any other tourist destination we could find.
One breezy night, as we strolled , a man approached looking sort of suspicious. He had a small leather bag on. When he reached us he smiled and gestured toward the bag. We peaked in. There was a lot a stolen looking trinkets. We realized he was trying to sell stolen jewelry. Everybody declined and started to walk away. Out of no where the harmless looking guy became menacing. He growled “just because I chose to sell you jewelry to do the right don’t mean I cant just take your money”. We were flabbergasted. I never knew I could walk so fast as we made away! No vacation will ever be as memorable as being “south of Timbuktu”
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