Ricky Johnson—the name scribbled in the margins of flyers and the occasional folded receipt—had lived enough adventures to populate a bookshelf, but preferred collecting small keepsakes: a chipped ceramic cup, a ticket stub for a late-night concert, a shell worn smooth by surf. Those objects formed a quiet museum, artifacts of decisions both big and tiny. He was someone who held onto details—a voice on an answering machine, a recipe for clam chowder written in shaky handwriting—because he measured life in moments worth returning to.
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