you lost your memory , i should do something to help you , and instead im just talking about one thing , she said , looking at the park with blank stare , as if she didnt see what was in front of her . the grey clouds make fun of my writing ; if i could only borrow their glorious dark color for my ink i would write a song that should make thunder dance . it was my favorite dinner of the year . three turns later i find the hallway with the lockers . 