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I hold on to your words.  Every conversation we have ever I've memorized.  I go through it in my mind over and over again.  Every conversation every comment every suggestion every idea and every correction I've kept with me.  Over and over.  It's all king of blended together.  It's become like a set of rules to me.  Like a standard.  A form of support I can always fall back on in time when I need it.  A guidline for every emotion or thought that tends to go astray.  A new form of self control. 
I give you way too much credit.-you would say