Purging Memories, One Selfie At A Time

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“Are you ready to proceed?” the man in the white lab coat asked.

I nodded, unable to speak. I felt weak. My head spun a little. I knew I should have eaten breakfast. Now I did all I could to keep from passing out.

“Very well.” He handed me a clipboard with a single page clamped to the wooden surface. “Sign here, indicating I’ve…