[And then all at once the memory comes flooding back, with all of the horrific embarrassment that accompanies it. His face reddens and he gasps before covering his face with his hands.]
O-O-Oh my god. That's right! I made her a mixtape! Oh no. Oh no no no, why did I do that?
[But that it not the question of someone who can't remember, but of someone who remembers it all too clearly and suddenly, as vivid as the night it happened. Panic sets in all over again.]
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[And then all at once the memory comes flooding back, with all of the horrific embarrassment that accompanies it. His face reddens and he gasps before covering his face with his hands.]
O-O-Oh my god. That's right! I made her a mixtape! Oh no. Oh no no no, why did I do that?
[But that it not the question of someone who can't remember, but of someone who remembers it all too clearly and suddenly, as vivid as the night it happened. Panic sets in all over again.]
That tape had POETRY and CLARINET on it!