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No room at the inn
Why is it that I can remember the phone number, birthday, middle name, and name that she would have been called if her father had had his say of a girl I haven't even been able to stand since about 1992... but every time I call my roommate, I have to look her number up in the phone book? Why is there no 'delete' function in my brain, allowing me to expunge worthless information that I'd really rather not remember?
srah - Monday, 29 July 2002 - 10:33 AM
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