It had no buttons, no numbers. Just a blank line, and beneath it, a keyboard made of light that appeared when my finger hovered over the surface. Hesitant, I typed: Tuesday, 3:17 PM, 8 oz coffee, spilled.
But I wanted to understand. I turned to page 48. manual temporizador digital ipsa te 102 34
Page 47 was different.
Curiosity got the better of me. I opened it. It had no buttons, no numbers
Until my mother called, crying, asking why I hadn’t come to dinner on the anniversary of my father’s death. April 12. 8:00 PM. I had been home, I told her. On my couch. Watching television. I remembered the evening perfectly. It had no buttons
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