I’ll never forget that afternoon.
[Okay, the truth is I don’t remember the historical details of that day — the date, the time, or even the year. Was it eight years ago? Or five? I don’t know!]
Facts are facts, and I don’t remember the historical facts of what happened that day.
Truth, however, goes far deeper than mere historical verifiability. If I told…
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