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I have a memory which I've overused so many times that I barely remember the actual memory anymore -- mostly the memory of the memory, if that makes sense. I was nineteen months old and standing next to my cousin (who actually had Wattpad before me although she's not active anymore) for a picture which I found yearssss later to prove the memory.

I remember a dark, confusing, noisy environment with lights flashing here and there. Knowing that I was posing for a picture. My cousin's presence next to me. And that's basically it.

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