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Blurring The Lines
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"I don't really remember anything after about nineteen."
"Amnesia eh?"
"Not really. You ever lose your keys? Knowing that you had them just a moment ago or you were sure that you had put them in that one place where they distinctly aren't?"
"Sure, of course."
"That's pretty much my problem. I just can't seem to hang on to the real memories of, well, anything. I mean, I know I went to college I just can't for the life of me remember where I went."
"You don't even remember what you studied?"
"I wish! I work as a comptroller at a mid-size electronics company so I've always assumed that I studied business or accounting, but I don't know for sure."
"Hang on. How is it that you remember where you work or that you even have a job?"
"Well, I can remember things that are always around. In my face if you will. So I can remember that I have a car because I drive all the time. There also seems to be a lag time of sorts in forgetting things. It's not as though the second I turn my back on my car I forget where I parked. If I was away from my car for a while though I guess I would forget that I owned one."
"How long does it take for you to forget something?"
"I forget. I don't think it takes very long. I know I was married once, partly because I can swear I remember being married and I've got a wedding picture on my bookshelf at home, but I can't remember for the life of me how long she's been gone or why she left. Which is probably for the best."
"If it helps we had this same conversation about a week and a half ago."
"Really?"
"Yeah.
"One more thing for me to forget I suppose."
"Yeah."
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