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what happened
was i forgot all of them.
except jason-

...

i pick up the phone.

"jason?"

"thank god. are you- are you okay? right now, at least?"

"don't make me think about it."

"sad face."

"im alright man. i promise."

"hey, remember that time-"

"no."

"shit the fuck up, moving on, REMEMBER THAT ONE TIME
we were playing truth or dare at a party with a bunch of random slightly popular kids from our school and they all thought you were dating that girl, uhhhh... what's her name..."

"w-
wait.
s-
s-
..."

oh my god. i remembered someone.

"sydney? SYDNEY! i remember.. sydney."

she's my best friend. i don't know what i would do without her. we've known eachother since first grade. i

i love her so much.

"you- what??"

i don't blame jason for being confused.
so was i.

"it's funny how i can sometimes remember hyper specific memories that broaden after i recall them. i remember that specific night, but now i remember that whole... deal."

"what??"

"i remember how we always joked that we were dating."

"wow. im
im proud of you, clementine."

"hehe."

"smiley face."

i could imagine his eyes lighting up.

"goodnight little one."

"goodnight, jason."

he hung up.

:)

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