And, yet, I try to. My brain aches trying to remember the things you so clearly describe. Detail for detail, you try to remind me of it, but I can't seem to find anything there. Maybe I think I've found a scrap of something, but I can't be sure. Why, you're memory is ridiculous. No one has a brain like that. But, you do, and I'm glad for you. Sometimes, though, just a little, I'm glad I don't have that kind of memory. There are some things I'd rather leave behind.
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