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Some of these memories feel like cookie crumps. Left behind for a few last bites with just the front teeth. To reminisce over what's clearly gone but nonetheless left behind a sweet taste. Today I randomly remembered how you'd always talk in a low pitch when we spoke. But this one time you had to speak in public, your voice went literal octaves higher. I remember cringing on your behalf, but finding it so endearing at the same time.
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