The End

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I remember the last thing was seeing light. A glowing white light. 

I instantly knew what had happened.

For a brief second I saw what was happening. 

A man walked to me, a weird device in his hands. I think he wanted to erase my memory.

But he didn't.

He smirked and walked away, before being blurred out by the white light.

Oh how I wish I didn't remember.

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