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Memories are like a box of frozen hamburgers waiting to be purchased in the grocery store.

Once upon a time a single hamburger lived in the body of a whole cow. An innocent cow grazed free until it was slaughtered by a butcher who did his job by separating the portions of flesh to be ground up, formed, packaged, put on ice and shipped out to the market.

An unsuspecting shopper walked into the grocery store with a list; onions, oatmeal, green olives, and toilet paper. No where on the list was written anything to do with the word hamburger; perhaps the shopper was a vegetarian; there was that possibility; if so a frozen hamburger patty should be the last thing considered. But something had mysteriously drawn the shopper over to the frozen food isle. Perhaps it was the affixed sign hand printed by the grocer in red magic marker advertising something as buy one get one free or perhaps it was as simple as the overhead fluorescent light reflecting off the glass case.

Singularly focused, the shopper did not stop to question the sudden insatiable craving to reach into the cold depths, opening up the square package of circular patties, bearing down on a piece of raw suspended meat with a complete lack of regard for the consequences; impelled to remember what should have been forsaken.