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Prompt

i will say this
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Completion

 for the computer: it always remembers my anniversary. Every June 14th, a small box pops up on my screen to remind me that I have been married to Martha for twenty-seven years. The irony, of course, is that Martha left me five years ago, taking the good silverware, the golden retriever, and my collection of vintage jazz records. Yet the digital calendar remains steadfast, an unwavering monument to a commitment that no longer exists in the physical world.

I tried deleting the recurring event once, back when the wound was still fresh and the silence in the house felt heavy enough to crush my ribs. I clicked the little trash can icon, confirmed that I wanted to delete all future occurrences, and watched the reminder vanish. I felt a brief, sharp pang of finality, followed by the hollow relief of a man who has just had a bad tooth pulled. 

Then, the following June, the box popped up again. "23 Years with Martha!" it chirped in a cheerful, sans-serif font. I stared at the screen for a long time, wondering if the machine was mocking me, or if some deep, buried backup in the cloud had simply refused to let go, much like the quiet, traitorous part of my own mind.

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