The... [The usual sticks in his brain the way nothing else has, an empty gap that's simultaneously foreign and achingly familiar.]
[This shouldn't be hard to remember. Remembering is what he's always been bad at. If he closes his eyes, lets it come to him, lets it just...it's there, isn't it? It's got to be. It'll come to him, it will, it'll - ]
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[This shouldn't be hard to remember.
Remembering is what he's always been bad at.If he closes his eyes, lets it come to him, lets it just...it's there, isn't it? It's got to be. It'll come to him, it will, it'll - ][But it doesn't.]
What's the usual, again?