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TINY TRUTHS from winners of the daily #cnftweet contest

JoshZimmerer I’m 7 and with my best-friend at Burger King, a Nickelodeon Slime Slushie in his hand. “I can remember anything forever,” I fib. I hold my hands in the shape of a camera up to my face, my eyes—apertures that catch so little. “I’ll remember you here,” and nothing else.

2 Dec 19

When we were kids my brother recorded messages and hid

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