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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your journal and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
*is curious what people will 'remember'*
*is curious what people will 'remember'*
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Date: 2008-02-14 08:02 pm (UTC)The original, problematic typescript continued to sit fatly in the centre of the desk, from where it was eventually liberated some hours after I received your comments by a passing woodcutter, whose weather-scarred hands and arms wielded an axe with a competent ease not belied by his silence. As soon as the first branches had been sliced away tears the colour of stagnant water flowed from the paper and formed a whirlpool, until all the ivy was drowned and disappeared into the floor.
You considered marrying the woodcutter, but were deterred by the belief that fairytales evaporate in daylight, and he’d turn back into a wolf.
The original chapter was never found. I haven’t asked you to read anything since.