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Sometimes, I want to forget, but it's impossible for me. Other times I'm glad I remember every last detail of my life. Sometimes I weigh everything I want to forget against everything I'm glad to remember, and I'm happy to say that the majority of my life has weighed in favor of my defect.

I'm quite old at this point. Only a handful of people have been around as long as me. James Bedford and others like him have me beat in terms of birth year, but I've probably been awake the longest. And I remember everything.

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I'll spare you all the boring garbage where my amazing memory failed to help me learn and start you out with the fun times which began 68 days after my 73rd birthday. It all started with a boy. A boy who was more amazing than I'll ever be. He didn't change the world or anything (well this one anyway), and I partially blame myself for that. Though as incredible as this boy was, he isn't the centerpiece of this story, though maybe you can guess who is. I promise everything will be clear by the end, and if not, well, I never promised to be the best writer in the world.

I say this story is about a boy, but honestly, that's just because he's my favorite of all the characters I'll be introducing you to. This story is really about many special people all living out incredibly special lives separately and yet together. Each of them sees the others in a different reality which differed from my own. Some of them definitely make more sense to me than others, but who am I to determine how real their experiences were? Maybe you can make sense of it - what's real and what's not. I don't know, but I feel like giving you the opportunity is my responsibility knowing all that I do. So, I'll start with my favorite boy and mix the rest in when appropriate. Hopefully, you'll find these stories as enjoyable as I did when they were told to me.