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When nothing seems to be going right, even the smallest accomplishment can make a world of difference.

In my case, it was a revelation that came at about 2:00AM last night, after a long night of staring at my computer screen I remembered what I have been trying to think of for months. You see, I believe we don't forget anything. I think we store it somewhere in our minds, which act like a safe. If the safe didn't lock up tight, the thoughts or knowledge might go somewhere else. So then the key is to know how to access that information, or what the combination is. That might be doing things in a certain sequence, or surrounding yourself in the right atmosphere.

So The Chesterfield's website will now load so fast...I don't know, but it is fast.

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