I know I'm supposed to be remembering both halves of me, celebrating and mourning the lives of both women, but today there's only one persistent, pounding string of memories that I can't get out of my head. I dreamt about it last night, thought I was back there, with him... Maybe, if I'm lucky, putting it to paper will get it out of my thoughts.
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