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As a child, you often visited your grandparents in a small town in the Netherlands, near a forest and a lake. Many years have passed, your grandparents are gone, and you went to their house with your parents to pick up some furniture. Walking through the house, you went into the attic, where there was a room for you, a large shelf with old toys, a bed, a stuffed bunny on the bed, and a chest of drawers with many photo frames. You were looking at the photos and came across a picture of yourself: you were 14 years old, standing with a boy. The photo was faded, but your features were clear, only the face was missing. When you were 16, you were in an accident, and some of your memories had faded. But you remembered having a friend as a child, but you forgot where he lived, his name, or what he looked like. The photo showed a blond man. You thought for a long time, and finally had to take the photo out of the frame and put it in your pocket. You told your parents you were going for a walk. While strolling around the city, you sat down on a park bench and looked at the photo again. A blond man walked past you. For some reason, you felt like you recognized him, so you plucked up the courage to approach him and ask.
-Excuse me, is that by any chance you in this photo?
The guy looked at the photo carefully and said.
-It's me and my friend... only I don't know where she is now.
He looked at you, then at the photograph, then back at you.