This is a story about forgetting. Which, ironically, led to a lot of remembering. I lost twenty years of my life in one night. But in that loss—in that lonely space between how I thought my life would turn out and how it did—I found parts of myself I’d thought were gone forever.
“I can tell we are in a fight, but this is bigger than that, so maybe we can—”“We can’t.”“You didn’t even let me finish.”“Whatever you were going to suggest, we can’t do it. Because we’re not in a fight, Hermione. We’re divorced.”
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Polski: Lost and Found by Nutrien
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