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His mind must be going.
I know he had a stroke, yes, yes, a few to be honest. Or so I've heard. But...where would he come up with a crazy thought like that?
No. He must be nearly gone at this point. I've heard he was a lot worse than he let on. Hardly goes a day without...he can't...
He was convinced. Convinced that I was...that I am, I mean that I had... a ring. That I was getting married. Next summer.
Who told him this? He said she told him. That he wouldn't just make something like this up. He had no reason to.
Maybe he was just trying to hurt me. He hasn't seen me in years. Why would he care how I felt?
He didn't even know what I looked like. He thought that maybe I was me, but how would he know. Nothing like the 7 year old girl that loved her talking Mickey Mouse and used to put a blanket over her head to pretend she was a dark-blue-plaid ghost. I still have some of those Mickey tapes. And the Sesame Street music box with the count and his dancing magnetic bats. I loved that thing, loved to wind it before bed. I can still hear the song in my head.....
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Life is happening too quickly. I haven't even figured out who I am yet.