Note the dejected losers in the background, covered in egg goo, wishing they had skills like us.In our ecstatic delirium, we conjured up grander ambitions. I would run as far as I could, and she would throw the egg. Then I would catch it. We would be invincible--like Boris from Goldeneye.
It happened just the way these things are supposed to. I ran farther, farther, farther.
She threw (rendering of actual event)...
..and I got covered in egg.
But, yes, to your question. Our earlier triumph is still just as sweet.
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