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preaching to the choir.
i still remember my first ever home phone number. you know the one. the one your parents drilled into your feeble developing brain just in case you need to tell the cop or fireman. i learned it when i was 3 or 4. and i can remember the firing order of a small block chevy.
now? i can barely remember my current cell phone number.
when i moved to my new city, i made a promise to myself not to use GPS maps to navigate. just got lost and wandered. i now know where everything is. my wife is lost. she is best if she went home and then went to various spots. spot to spot..whoa. ask Siri.
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poof! gone
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