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What we used to be. What we used to do. What we used to say. Inevitably, unhappy memories are the ones we wish could be as erased in reality as thoroughly as they are in our minds. And yet, people find this way of remembering what you do not, and it is as horrifying as being presented with the corpse of your long dead grandmother. Horrifying.I won't be treated like that anymore. Not for any benefit or anyone under the sun.

What God has made clean, let no man call unclean.

We're not going to dance like that anymore. No more dancing. No more anchors, with rope. Just sit. You sit there, and I'll sit here. And we'll look at ducks, or pictures, and we'll laugh with those that laugh with us. And I'll tell you how your smile is like the sunset and how on some nights the day gives way to blue and red and orange at the seams there near the ocean, and how the purple is the finale before night comes, when we can rest, when the night soothes all of the day's sorrows, and we feel better.
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