over the years she had learned to fold down rising emotion just as she would fold the clean bedsheets, the sheet growing smaller and tighter with each pass until all that remained of that wide, wrinkled expanse of cotton was a hard closed-in square.
they tell us to remember; they remind us of life. remember, they say, how much it hurts to have your heart broken. remember about death and suffering and the complexities of living. remember what it is like to love someone. remember how it is to be loved. remember what you feel in this moment. remember this, remember this.
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