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Experiencing a serious flashback - of things that shouldn't come back because they're sweet, sweet, sweet but also over, over, over. Or so I thought. Perhaps the longing is only dormant, hidden very well down in the well. And I only get access by accident - accidents that come in the shape of that song, that memory of that night, that recollection of that smile, that thought of that quip.

Mission: find the fault in the system!

Help, I need somebody, help, not just anybody, you know I need someone! Heeeelp!