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September 16, 2004
He remembers in fluorescent-lit detail everything sexual he and Cheryl did in the two months they dated six years ago. How that first night they were half-watching a stupid TV show because they knew one of them would have to finally just pounce on the other. (Cheryl did it.)

He remembers every position, every location, every expression on her face. "Remember that warm Sunday night behind the old Superfresh? It had rained an hour before, and you scowled after you blew me because you realized you ruined your white pants. Remember?"

She nods and smiles. She can't remember a thing.