It's not even one of Laurel's memories -- it's one of Damien's, and trying to dredge it up feels like trying to unearth a garden plant whose taproot grows deep, deep in the bed. He stares blankly as he pulls at it, half afraid it will snap off still buried.
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Date: 2024-03-01 01:58 am (UTC)"I was someone else."