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From bits and pieces of our random conversations, I realize you remember practically everything I have ever told you.

You remember that show I told you about once before. You remember the Aurora Borealis. You remember things that I liked to do.

Does this mean that I am somehow special in your eyes? That thought makes me happy. But I can never let you know.

Because an innocent life is now involved.

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