Dear Ouzo,
I'm sorry but we must never meet again. Every time we do, I end up blacking out. I only say this after recently getting newly found old rolls of actual film developed and not being able to remember that night (not because it was about 8 years ago, but because ouzo was poured down my throat by some scary Greek man). These pictures promptly reminded me of the other nights you and I had met and how I can't remember anything from then either.
Sorry, but it just won't work out anymore.
Sincerely,
Me
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