The whole idea of erasing memory, certainly memory of things as important as major hoaxes, is ridiculous. I still remember very very well what I saw in those leaked CIA documents back in the day and no technology in the world will ever be able to let me forget in what filthy way they managed to bribe the whole of, but it turned out to be his cousin who was now using his car and sold the motorcycle to his neighbour, hence my aunt's confusion. The grocery store clerk couldn't really follow the part about the motorcycle, but at least she got to the point and ordered the cabbages. And I got my saxophone back. So everything solved in the end. How did we arrive at this story? Must have been something you said.

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