[She sends the same half sheet of paper back again. There's room. There's a record, each thing written before. There's a reason it's only half a page: the bottom half of the same page has the same words copied diligently onto it, his handwriting crisply forged, marginalia detailing whom the conversation is with, how it began, why she began it, an explanation for the missing piece.]
Was he a memory worker? I didn't use a journal when I was one, but I knew there were people who did. Or the barge made me think I knew.
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Was he a memory worker? I didn't use a journal when I was one, but I knew there were people who did. Or the barge made me think I knew.