Just the other day,
I remembered very distinctly,
or I was under the impression
that I remembered very distinctly,
that I had done certain things before,
that I had since forgotten,
but remembered that I had forgotten them.
My only recourse now
was to somehow remember the forgotten things
so that I might be able to remember,
with distinction,
those things that I forgot,
but that I remember that I had forgotten.

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