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You stopped me on Little Island today to ask if I remember you, and in that moment I genuinely believed I did. You asked me whether I live in the city now, what neighborhood I’m in, and you told me you were glad I made it through the pandemic alright. Only afterwards did I realize I couldn’t actually place you in my memory. Whichever person you were thinking of... you seemed like you cared about them. That felt nice even though I don’t think I’m them. This is just to correct the record, even if only cosmically.
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