𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑡.
𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠.
𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡.
𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝒉.
𝐴 𝒉𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑒𝑢𝑝𝒉𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐.
𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑.
𝐴 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝒉𝑎𝑑𝑒, 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑠 𝒉𝑒𝑟.
𝑇𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒.
𝐴 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦.
𝐴 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦.
𝐴 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑.
𝐼𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑚 𝐼?
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