It was just a lovely lunch. Catching up. Candid conversation. Everything you could ask for in a perfect lunch. And then it happened. You said you wanted to make a bet. I thought it was a joke, but you were persistant and then chose what you wanted.
If I lose, I have to fly you to Australia to see me.
If I win, you have to fly me to Europe so I can backpack after I graduate.
I hope you dont cry when you have to pay for my flight. There is no way I am losing this one.
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