Say You'll Remember Me

by Abby Jimenez

I couldn’t tell you why, but the second I got out of the car something felt off. Some deep, strange foreboding premonition. When we walked inside, I found out what was causing it. My friends were here. Every single one.

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“At least they didn’t make pasta just to torture me with chorizo.” She rolled her eyes. “My brother will never be the bigger person. He will only be the bigger bitch.”

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I had a favorite at the clinic today. Jafar, an African gray parrot. I knew his family and had grown up with this bird. He was strutting back and forth across the table, talking to himself. I made a video for Samantha and sent it. She called me a minute later, laughing. “Is that bird yelling that you touched his ‘no-no spot’?” “Yes. He’s got an interesting vocabulary.” Jafar flapped his wings and yelled, “PERVERT!” at the top of his lungs.

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“I’m developing a marketing campaign around the health benefits of mustard.” “Ahhhh. Smart.” “Yeah, listen to this.” She cleared her throat. “Mustard contains antioxidants that provide various health benefits including anti-cancer, antibacterial, antiviral, antifungal, anti-inflammatory, and wound-healing properties. What did your ex do for you? Nothing.”

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carmuda triangle?

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“What do you think you wanted me to do?” I asked, tilting my head. “The same thing I always want you to do. I want you to look at me the way you look at mustard.”

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“I can’t stand people who are rude to service workers,” she said. “It’s the best litmus test there is. That and putting your cart away at the grocery store.”

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You think that it’s the big memories you should be chasing—and it is in a way. Birthdays and vacations and special occasions. But the small memories are the fabric of your life, the ones so inconsequential that you don’t even remember them. You just remember how you felt when you were making them.