What he wanted was not just to hear about Hail sham, but to remember Hail sham, just like it had been his own childhood. He knew he was close to completing and so that's what he was doing: getting me to describe things to him, so they'd really sink in, so that maybe during those sleepless nights, with the drugs and the paint and the exhaustion, the line would blur between what were my memories and what were his.

Kazuo Ishiguro

Never Let Me Go

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