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[third_alternative]

My last name is Sartre. I grew up with my father Albert and my brother Erhard in Maine. He's eight years older than me and was in college and already a surgeon when he was sixteen. He'd sometimes help my dad research something in my blood. I mostly just saw him during the summers, but I saw my dad every day. He'd help me with my homework if I needed it, and sometimes had bedtime stories. I went to Cumberland Elementary School until I was eight. My teacher's name was Mrs. Scherer. Then my dad quit working as a professor at Cumberland College and we moved to Mexico so that he could continue his research there, although my brother stayed in Maine for school.

Not bad for someone who supposedly can't remember anything before the age of 15, huh? Guess this place must've done something to reset my amnesia so I could remember everything instead of stuff only after showing up at Providence!

Comments

[life_is_megas_wonderful]

Ooh, that sounds megas interesting! Gots to admit, you didn't strike me as a "Sartre," though!

[third_alternative]

Me neither--it doesn't sound like a Mexican last name! At least, I think I'm from Mexico, anyway.

But hey, it's better than nothing.

[life_is_megas_wonderful]

I guess. Maybe yer Dad was French and yer Mom was Mexican! That woulds make sense, right?

[third_alternative]

Half-French, half-Mexican?

Guess so. Not sure, though. I don't remember my mother...

[life_is_megas_wonderful]

That's okay, I'm sure'll it'll come back soon enough! Funny, though, your story sounds kinda like it'd fit more someone else I know!

[third_alternative]

Yeah? Who?

[life_is_megas_wonderful]

Seems kinda like something Rozy would say! Funny, huh? I just gots a hunch about it.

[third_alternative]

Rozy? Who's that?