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But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else's, because I'd like to love them, but I don't know who they are.

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
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