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Power
Once, a long time ago, one of the avatars of lovers thought it would be a merciful thing to allow people the option of remembering one thing, and one thing only, from their previous life.
“And what one memory, if you had that ability, would you take with you?” I asked her.
“It would be a particular afternoon near the middle of my life,” she said. “The last time I slept with my husband.”
I could see that. It would be a good memory. “If I had to keep just one memory,” I said, “it would probably be the time I took a candy bar from the store on the corner a block from my house when I was just six years old. I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I did it anyway. It was such a thrill to feel like I got away with something, even something so insignificant, and nothing in my life ever quite
