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She was 3 – almost 4 – when they came.
Memories.
She couldn’t say they were hers, but saying they weren't felt wrong. Maybe they had been, at some point, but how could she know for sure?
Did knowing someone’s past mean she was them, now?
Was she ever not them, to begin with?
It was too abstract a notion for her young mind to comprehend, so she tried to pay it no mind – ignore what had occurred – but how could one go on as if nothing changed when, suddenly, a whole life had happened?
Childhood, family, friends, college-
Death.
A shudder traveled down her spine, leaving a trail of upturned hairs in its wake.
Even after that particular memory was pushed away - suppressed - the dread, lodged deep in her stomach, remained.
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