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Before you and me and everything that has been and everything that will be. Before the gods or even the idea of the gods. Just the promise of matter, just disorganized potential. Every story starts with the Big Bang: Once upon a time. |
Sadie, this story is yours. I am the storyteller and you are the story. When you want to remember something, you always say “Tell me about that one time we—” then I fill in the blank, and I recount your memory. |