It isn't that I forget. But at a certain point the memory of a person stops accompanying me wherever I go. It stays behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?
- The Reader by Bernhard Schlink (modified quote)
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