Amnesia was doing good all weak. She tripped over things, took walks down memory lane, rode into the sunrise, stumbled on building blocks and forgot everything the next day.
Reality continued playing his song, luring her, seducing her. She liked him. Or thought she did. But forgot about him the next day.
Reality continued playing his song, luring her, seducing her. She liked him. Or thought she did. But forgot about him the next day.
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