There either is or is not. That's the way things are. The color of the day, the way it felt to be a child, the feeling of saltwater on your sunburned legs. Sometimes the water is yellow. Sometimes it's red. What color it may be in memory depends on the day. I'm not going to tell the story the way that it happened. I'm going to tell it the way I remember it.
-Great Expectations
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