I cannot remember as much as I used to. As a matter of fact, I can not remember the daily comings and goings at the house I grew up in. I can remember the biggest stuff but nothing much else. This fact saddens me. That means that in years from now, Sterling will not be able to remember the fun stuff that we are doing right now. Like yesterday. Will he remember that he was groping my moob? Groping my moob so much that it was bothering the hell out of me? I couldn't get away from him and his groping moob hand. Each commercial break he would lay on top of me and molest my moob.
Maybe I blocked out my memories. Maybe I need to call my father.
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