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I remember the scream. Like a word that has many variations of itself, a scream is many things. It can be a shout of excited enthusiasm at the fairgrounds as kids fly in circles on a roller coaster. It can be yelped as we are scared by a friend, or it can be abysmal, the dirtiest, nastiest thing we could ever produce.

I remember the scream. I know You do too, but I have to explain. I don’t know why. I don’t even know if You stopped listening a long time ago. It feels like You have.