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In by Lucía on October 24, 2010 at 3:50 am

He’d helped me to remember things about my own life that I thought I’d forgotten: the dollar mom would give me for the vending machine at work; the lecture that nearly broke my heart; how calloused my hands had been from those monkey bars.  And then it occurred to me: if someday there was an accident that touched my memory, those are the things that I would remember.  All those little things that seem inconsequential, the ones that are filed away into the unlabeled envelops of our minds.  I might remember all of those nothings.  I might not remember you.


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