Recently, I was remembering. I can't be asked to remember how recently, or to remember what I was remembering. But I was remembering a lot. All sorts of stuff. You've got to believe me.
Mainly, it was that time I was hanging out with Rembrandt. It was pretty chill. I was all, "Hey Rembrandt, what up?" And then he got all up in my grill.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Maybe it was. Maybe it is tomorrow. It's difficult to tell, sometimes. Rembrandt is flaky like that.
Believe in yourself. And believe in me, too, if you can be bothered. But, most importantly, you have to believe in Rembrandt. He has made a lot of paintings. They are in museums. Also, he was in my grill. That is pretty solid evidence for existing, I think.
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