I'm so worried. About my memories. About forgetting little things: how big is Big Ben or the smell of Borough Market, noise of London's streets and people. About our toxic first dinner and even worse popcorn, about 'working hard and playing hard', maybe a little bit of our fly hunting or cursing because 'that fuckin fire won't start'. So much to remember - so much to lose...
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