No, not quite so much. I remember what their two guns look like, intimately. It's like part of knowing them was knowing their gun, and they always used the same one. The other girl preferred a Beretta. I remember that, but I couldn't tell you more.
It's like remembering that I knew a thing, but having no context to fit it in. Names keep cropping up, the same ones. Like watching some other woman's life, who looks exactly like me. Some days, I'm terrified, some days fascinated.
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It's like remembering that I knew a thing, but having no context to fit it in. Names keep cropping up, the same ones. Like watching some other woman's life, who looks exactly like me. Some days, I'm terrified, some days fascinated.