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His shoulders rise and fall as he shakes his head. “Oh, you don’t remember me. I don’t blame ya. I’m not all that memorable of a person. Have a good night.” The man nods and turns on his foot. “No, wait. It’s not you. I don’t remember anything,” I explain. “I was in a car accident two weeks ago and all my memories are gone.”
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