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It would be a while before I realized that "me" is what we think when our parents die, even at my age, who will look out for me now; who will remember me as I was, who will know what happens to me now, where will I be from.
- Joan Didion, Where I Was From (p.1090 in We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Live)
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