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remember me through the sound of a smashing pumpkins song on the radio, the cancerous smoke of cigarettes in the air, the lonely view of the world from the window, the clicking shutters of plastic film cameras, the grinding of skateboards on pavements, the smell of old paper pages of a flipping book, and the cold drops of rain on your face.