My New Story

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"What was his name" my friend asked me
    
    and for that moment I was afraid that I had forgotten his name, that this name was only my imagination creating it, created so that I would tell myself that all the memories of him were not a dream. Or so that I would not forget this person, that I could remember him. But what is the point of having memories of a person when there is no name attached to him. It is like a puzzle that we have just finished with a missing piece, we are happy, but the last piece to say -finally- is missing.All Rights Reserved

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Prologue
Thu, Feb 17, 2022

"What was his name" my friend asked me
    
    and for that moment I was afraid that I had forgotten his name, that this name was only my imagination creating it, created so that I would tell myself that all the memories of him were not a dream. Or so that I would not forget this person, that I could remember him. But what is the point of having memories of a person when there is no name attached to him. It is like a puzzle that we have just finished with a missing piece, we are happy, but the last piece to say -finally- is missing.

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