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You taught me to forget, and how it feels to forget.
in the end, it feels irritating, it boils down to a habitual disabilty an old man has to be getting used to, nailing down the ever evading words and vague memories. what was her family name? frankly, I don't remember. no, now that's true. ‎· щечки счетчика