Amnesia

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PROLOGUE

"Remember me?" gently whispered a young man.

He was quite beautiful. His dark hair matched with his green emerald eyes. He was sitting next to me.

I smiled to him to be polite and slowly shook my head.

"No" was my answer.

The guy had a smile, but it faded quickly away, as if he wanted to hear something different.

Another man entered into the room. He was wearing white. White pants, white top...

"Doctor, what does she have?" asked the young man sitting next to me.

"Amnesia" with a sigh replied the doctor.

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