Chris Schermann

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It’s that when she’s remembering me she doesn’t remember me. I mean, all of us are someone else in the eyes of others. And for all I know, maybe that other is as true, as real, as the person we believe we are. But the thing is, when you’re back home, you never have a chance to be someone other than who you were then. Even if you never were that person.”
The Lives of Edie Pritchard
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