A few years ago The Muse gave me a bracelet. I don't wear it very often, but even long after we broke up, I couldn't bring myself to throw it out. Whenever I wore it (even in recent times), I would think of her as soon as I pulled it out of the drawer and put it on. Without fail, she would come to mind the moment I touched it and I'd flash back to
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:)
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I gotta go... um... change the oil in my truck... and stuff....
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