“My memory isn’t as good as it used to be,” he said. “But they reckon as long as you remember you’re forgetting it doesn’t matter.”
“What about if you forget you’re remembering.” she said.
“My memory isn’t as good as it used to be,” he said. “But they reckon as long as you remember you’re forgetting it doesn’t matter.”
“What about if you forget you’re remembering.” she said.
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