I remember people. Not just their faces, but the secret soul that lies within. Were they kind or were they cruel? Did we have petty fights or did she do something to sour the relationship? In fact, I remember everything. In my heart, there is a remembrance of every person I have met, on the subway or in a bar. Everyone – from sales clerks to waiters to janitors – everywhere I go. I take note. I remember.


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