“Memory loss who?” “Memory loss.” “Memory loss who?” “Memory loss.” “Memory loss who?” “Memory loss.” from Edward Albee’s Knock Knock Jokes With The Alzheimer’s

He was doing what he loved most: counting and cleaning. It gave him a real sense of purpose. This was a good day for Thurston. He dreamed of being an accountant, he settled for guessing one’s age and weight at carnivals. He was good at it.

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