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In one group, a girl said something that seemed profound. She said, to no-one in particular, that her goal now was learning to forget. I thought about that for a long time. Learning to forget. Forgetting, I decided, was one thing you couldn't learn. One thing I couldn't learn.

I called Steve's number over and over again, monopolizing the only telephone on the floor. When I finally reached him, I told him where I was. Then I made him promise not to tell Sarah. That made me feel better, because I knew he was lying, and that, even as I was hanging up the phone, he was calling her, repeating everything I'd said, word for word.