When visiting a high school friend last month, she showed me a scrapbook I had made for her. It was incredible. Filled with keepsakes and poems and magazine cutouts. Ironic--a book of memories, yet I have no memory of making it. I sure did a good job, though.
Grrr, I had another "memory" anecdote to include with this post, but at this moment I simply cannot recall what it was. I'm not kidding!
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