I’m not certain, but I think that the Facebook Memory above turned out to be of the last time Nigel and I ever went out for lunch. I had no idea that could’ve been the case—of course: We almost never know that some ordinary time will turn out be the last one ever. It’s probably better that way, but why is it so hard for us to cherish every moment as if it could be the last one of its kind? This one day, at least, I did.
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