I HAVE TOLD SOME OF these stories many times, and you may have heard some or most of them already. Memory can compress and expand. Arms and legs can stick out. Some stories are demanding. They will find no rest until they are told once more, like a child wanting to hear the same story over and over again, even though they know how it’s going to end. The stories tap you on the shoulder, pull at your shirt, begging for attention again. The more years you gather, the more stories you have that want to be retold. But it’s the same ones that often haunt you. It’s why we return to our childhood home
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