[she squints, hesitating to answer for a beat, so he gets that moment to scratch out a name.]
The memory may be static, but we are not. [she looks back down to her list.] And one may begin to doubt or resent the things...that slip out of our grasp so easily.
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The memory may be static, but we are not. [she looks back down to her list.] And one may begin to doubt or resent the things...that slip out of our grasp so easily.
[but that could just be her.]