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The name, oddly familiar, had never frequented my mouth. Only been sought after by my tongue, lusted after by my brain, and searched for by my heart. The name, like candy, tasted no sweeter than sugar, quenched my thirst for love, and jogged my memory of the past. I was elated when the name slid off my tongue with ease, so I let it slip several times over as I felt the smooth touch of the letters as they crept out of my mouth. The sweet taste of memories. Ah the fond memories.