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how much can you even lift

FORD: Probably about a hundred pounds? A lot more if I–

STAN: I can lift a vehicle.

FORD: What? No you can’t.

STAN: Sure I can! I can lift…

                                              …A FORD!!!

STAN: (He’s just mad ‘cuz he couldn’t think of a better joke)

STAN: Wait-

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what do you think of the color blue

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FORD: Stanley's memory is...recovering. We're getting there.

It's one of the reasons we started this joint-journal sort of thing; to keep track of Stan's progress and document whatever waits for us in the future now that Bill's gone.

I was one of the last people he recognized after Mabel's scrapbook jogged his memories.

There really wasn't much of me in there that could've helped. He got really frustrated with himself and kept trying to remember who I was, long after the kids and Soos left to get some rest.

I figured it was best to thread lightly around the subject, it's better not to overwhelm him any more at his current state.

I- I don't know. It's been a long day and my nerves are shot.

--But just as I was about to suggest for both of us to go get some rest, the memories came flooding back. About my name, who I am, what our relation is, and a bunch of other things.

This is the happiest I've seen him in a long time, right after I told him he was right. Like someone who's passed their exam in flying colors.

Also, he had perfect recall on how I greeted him after he brought me back from the portal.

I probably deserved that. Probably. 

I'm glad he's back. There's still some hope for us old men.

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