Kinda like what I’m doing right   
now, but after five years of looking   
for the perfect first paragraph, I got 
this dictating program, and the way    
this one started is better than per-   
fect.                                  
     Beth was perfect. She loves taking
the opposite side of most of my argu-  
ments, and she’s good at it too.       
     I’m not even gonna change the way 
it looks either.                       
     Ok, enough about that.            
     The bottom line, the brutally hon-
est truth, is that I’m not a good per- 
son, and you’ll understand why in a few
minutes, if you get that far.          
     You already know most of this     
Beth, but Dr. Zinger doesn’t know about
Scratches, and it’s about time you did.
     I’m not gonna make excuses or     
* blame this on anyone else. I did some-   
thing so fucking horrible, that...     
shit, I wouldn’t blame you, if after   
reading about it, you did decide to    
drop me as a patient.                  
     It changes people, and I’m worried
that it’ll also change you. I’ve lost  
so many friends because of it...       
     Anyway, like I told you before, I 
have an eidetic memory, or as everyone 
else likes to call it, a photographic  
memory.                                
     It’s not perfect, because I still 
have memory lapses, but most of the    
time, all I have to do is think of a   
date and time, and I’m reliving it like
a movie.                               
     I can also fast-forward, rewind,  
or freeze a frame and study it like a  
photograph.                            



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