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Now, you’d think my favorite memory of Nick would be the time when, after helping me get supplies all day for a project that was due the next day, I realized I was missing one thing of utmost importance, and he walked to WinCo in the middle of the night to get it for me. But that’s not my favorite memory. Nor is the time when he smashed a small chocolate cream pie into my face (after I did the same to him, of course). It’s not from one of the many nights when we would sit outside talking, shivering in our blankets at opposite sides of “our” bench. And, surprise, it’s not even the night we missed curfew and wandered around until 6:30 AM. No, my favorite memory is of watching Life is Beautiful. After watching it, he had a sort of epiphany. Hearing about his new outlook on life was wonderful. That night is my favorite memory of Nick… for now.

I want him to sign my “The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay” book.

My Favorite memory of Amber is when her and I skipped curfew at college, and spent the whole night cold, and surviving on a single dollar in my wallet.