While I was thinking about the young girl I had known in the past, I was staring at the ceiling for an extended period of time. I had no idea how long I had been doing this in the first place. Because of the way in which she responded to me, I got the impression that we were both at ease with one another and that we trusted one another. The question of how I could possibly forget about her was something that I found to be an extremely perplexing one. My mind seemed to erase every memory I had with her, as if she were the one who would bring back my memories. It was as if you could bring back my memories.
"Rosebud's..." During my speech, I mumbled. In spite of the fact that I was familiar with the name, I was unable to pinpoint the setting in which I had first heard it. I was so aggravated
