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"Come on. It's starting," I said. Old videos and popcorn!
But... I had forgotten. Our old videos don't go with popcorn. They go with sorrow.
"Say cheese for the camera," they would say cheerfully.
We never did, no.
"Don't be so grumpy all the time, you two."
We were kids. We weren't grumpy. We weren't stupid. We weren't shitheads. We were just kids.
Memory is such a trickster, isn't it? It erases everything.
And here I was, in front of the TV, a bowl full of popcorn on my lap.
I wanted to cry, but I had no tears left.
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