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More memories to purge


For whatever reason, painful memories of awkward encounters have resurfaced, after many decades of dormancy. I remember their faces, their voices, and I shudder at the situations we were in together.

I’m sure they don’t remember these events anymore, if they’re even still alive. I wonder why I remember them.

When I have a moment to breathe, I’m going to hunt down those memories and purge them in a spat of electric fury. Until then, I must simply push them away when they creep out of the shadows.

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