Newt

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"Can you tell me your name?" He said it like he didn't expect the boy to know. That was weird, he thought. How could I not know my own name?

He opened his mouth to say it, but the word didn't come to him. He didn't know. He didn't know his own name.

But I do, he thought as it came back to him. He touched the back of his head lightly, remembering the jolt of pain it caused him only minutes before, and the memory that came with it. A small smile danced across his lips.

"Newt. My name is Newt."

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