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I forgot where I parked.
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We were interrupted and I forgot what we had been talking about.
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I forgot to say what I had planned to say.
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I forgot to chase down a reference.
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I forgot to observe protocol.
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I forgot to fast before the physical.
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I forgot to be on my best behavior.
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I forgot to adjust the volume.
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I forgot to think before acting.
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I forgot to tell you what I really think.
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I forgot that you’re not into poetry.
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I forgot that I was supposed to focus more on making money than making poetry.
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I forgot that I am not valued by you unless I agree with your decisions.
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I forgot that you once acted on the stage.
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I forgot to send flowers.
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I forgot to express my condolences.
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I forgot to swallow.
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I forgot to vote.
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I forgot to emote.
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I forgot the taste of semen.
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I forgot when they planned to leave and didn’t want to ask.
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I forgot, for a moment, what you look like.
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I had forgotten, or perhaps never before realized, that my childhood home on Cherry Lane was very small.
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I had forgotten to remember that I thought I wanted to surrender.
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I forgot to remove the carcass from the backyard.
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I forgot to react to his taunts.
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I forgot to mask my desire.
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I forgot to look at my “to-do list.”
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I forgot which version of my story was a fantasy.
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I forgot to put the leftovers in the fridge.
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Friday, April 20, 2012
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