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  • There are gaps in my memories like a hastily erased chalkboard. Old friends, like brothers at the time fade into the distance losing color and definition. At the time, those moments felt like the most important things were happening but now...
    Their absence is heart breaking.
    I am sorry Oscar that I do not remember your last name or any more than you and I shared an amazing week at summer camp and though your phone number is scrawled in the front cover of a memory book, I have never tried to call.
    I am sorry Nate that those few weeks we spent at each other's houses happened for one summer and no others.
    Bernard, you were a hero to me for those few brief months, but not enough apparently to last.
    I am sorry 6th grade Counselor. I cried when I had to leave, mostly because I knew I would not see you again and I haven't.

    But my new memories, the ones I am forging now with my wife, I am making sure to hold on to.
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