Having a good memory is sometimes a curse. You would chat up a former classmate from elementary, whom has not seen you for six years, but you still clearly remember their full name. You would assume they would remember you because you, yourself, does. However, their reply goes, "Who are you?". You are okay with that, since it has been so long. You try to explain that you were classmates in grade one, but they deny that. Either they claim to have a different section or say that they were at a different school that time. You know that isn't true. You remember this clearly, because you know in that year was the year both of you played in the playground, riding on the seesaws. You won't reply anymore because you see that they have forgotten. It's not worth it. What you thought was memories to keep was simply a forgettable experience for them. Sometimes, having a good memory is a curse.
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