Literature
Cups
Every four to five years, my mom buys a new cup to use for brushing my teeth. I remember what most of them looked like. One was pearly white with a silver inside, one was transparent but foggy with a fancy metal lid, and the one we have now is a square glass with a New York Mets logo carefully painted on the side.
Though one cup... the first one we ever had... I don’t remember what it looks like at all. Sometimes I have flashes of memory, but they pass by quickly and I immediately forget what the cup looks like again.
Lately, I’ve been having more flashbacks of this cup than usual. Just last night, things got extra weird.
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