There really are things that you will
always remember for some reason that even you cannot understand. Weird, I know
but not as weird as remembering the birthday of my classmate in grade school,
who goes by the name Walton. His birth date is October 10, which was yesterday.
Man, I am not even close to the person and never was and no offense meant but
it’s not like he is someone special or significant in my life. But I never
missed remembering his birthday since I-cannot-remember-when. This made me
wonder, if someone, somewhere, remembers something about me too the way I
remember Walton’s birthday every year no matter how insignificant I am in
his/her life.
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