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A memoir is how one remembers things, often with embellishment. Like remember when your dad yelled at you when you were five and he seemed like he turned into the big bad wolf and had fire coming out of his mouth when he screamed “Don’t ever touch what’s in my top drawer again!” while you stood there with his loaded gun in your hand?
That’s how you remembered it.
That gun may have actually been your mother’s dildo.
That’s how you remembered it.
That gun may have actually been your mother’s dildo.