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Memories are spilling out of a hole in my head like candy. Memories the size of marbles: cold, aquamarine, shiny things that contain moments like Thanksgiving dinners, girls I’ve kissed, bugs killed. My cat chases my high school graduation underneath my bed. Mom’s screams lie dead center on the axis of my rug as if the wool had spiraled out from the memory itself.

My head is empty now. On the floor of my childhood bedroom, dispersed and washing my room with aqua, lie the millions of moments that make up my life. I smile. Welcome.
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