Bad Memory

So yesterday I was creating the morning toast, when suddenly something happened, then this woman came up to me and I said "who are you?" and she said "your wife" and I said "I don't remember". She showed me picture of me in a cape and her in a wedding dress and I said "no".

Then I went to my son's room and my son said "hello parpee" and I said "what?" and he said "hello parpee" and I said "I'm not your dad, I don't remember". So he showed me a picture of me and him at a fun party and I said "no".

So later that day I went to the garden to engage in herbs when my neighbour was there and said "I recommend you water your plants Steven, I mean realistically if you want to look after them as much as you say you do, you have to actually put the effort in. I mean don't get me wrong, I understand you're a decent guy with little time on his hands, but we're talking about lives here. Plant lives, Steven. It's not just about aesthetics. Don't you want to give your wife something beautiful to see when she looks out the window?" and I said "I don't remember who you are" and he cried. He showed me picture of us both tickling each other on head because we are of friend and I said "no", but longer no, like "no".

That was in 1927 when ghost.

...or is it?

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Credited to mintchocchipable 

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