Memoirs make me a little twitchy. I like them well enough, but at some point, inevitably, I start thinking about what I don't remember. What I ate. What the weather was like. Who said what, when. The things from middle school and high school, the tiniest little things, I remember. I wrote them all down, obsessively, tirelessly, analytically. I don'
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