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Ms. Happy was the first person I ever told about my recurring dumping-hole memory. The only reason I told her was because I had no other choice. For you see, a force beyond my control set my course of action years ago. My recurring dumping-hole memory had willfully plagued my existence for thirty years. I began referring to it as the flashback, though I don’t remember the first time I used that term. Like my other childhood memories, I assumed the flashback was just a recollection of a long ago guileless event that had had a small impact on my life at the time. During those thirty years, it never occurred to me that the flashback concerned my mother’s best friend’s daughter, Livvy Whitlock.


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