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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 09: 𝖱𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀

Alex cups my face and looks me in the eyes, "You'll remember me in the morning, and you'll come to me, and you'll tell me about us, and we'll start over."

"Pat? I just.. Pat?" My memory mom calls out, "I just thought we could have a little cocktail."

I look Alex dead in the eyes and get closer to him, "That Gia girl.. she's copying me."

He's confused for a moment at my statement, "What Gia girl?"

"That girl!" I point up. "What?" Alex whisper yells, following me as I get up from under the table.

"She's here in my apartment! She's one of those eraser people. She fell for you when they were erasing your memory, and now she's introduced herself like she doesn't even know you!" I pace, "And you guys are dating!"

"Really?" He asks, "Is she cute?"

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"Why can't you see I love you, Antoine?"

"Hmm, lucky me. Lay one on me."

Alex and I jokingly pucker our lips as the drive in movie plays that we're making fun of. He kisses me and I say, "Don't call me Antoine. My name is Wally."

"Yes, I know, but how can a woman love a man with a name like Wally?" Alex says in his mocking voice. "Oh! Oh, what was that?" He calls out as the drive in movie plays a damsel-in-distress scene.

The movie fades to black and I get snapped back and remember my main priority. I look over at Alex and he fades out.

"Alex!" I scream leaning over to his seat, reaching my arms out for air, but he materializes again. "We gotta go!" I say, pulling him out of the car as it pops out of existence. As we run out of the car, a part of the fences disappear every time we walk past one with a pop sound, much like when the car ceased to exist - and like when Alex faded out.

"Q, come on!" I shout as we run, holding his hand. "There I am!" I point as I see my past self walking into the Lacuna INC office with the trash bag of memory items.

"Doc? Please!" I call out with Alex following suit.

"a̶̛̲͔̰̫̦̥̓̂͊̚L̴̡̲͕̖̄̇̽̓͊̌̐͌͛̇l̵̛͙͐̈̂ ̵͙̤͔̙̪̜̇ͅr̷͇̖̰̯͖̹̹̘̥̖͗̎̇Į̷͕̼̤̻͓̱̭̋̓̉͂͐G̴̡̛̗̬͖̞̈́̑̇̌̂͂ͅḧ̴̡̯̤͚̩̲̹̙͉̅̀͋͐̏͝͝ͅT̸̠̹̟̣͇͔̓͛̏̂̔̈̉̆̍̑,̷̝͈̰̍͆̊͝͠ ̶̨̤̹̜͚͔̯̄̍͋̀͐̽͒̐͛̕͜l̵̹̈͗ͅÈ̴̖̟̃̇̓́̿͜͝T̷̢̖̱̭͆̇̋̈́͋̈̀̉̚͝'̸̛̛̮͑̂̒͋̂͜s̸̡̝̱͉̩̍̀̐̆̄̈̈́͜ͅ ̷̨̫̗̬͎͉̒͆̋̑́̆B̵̠̤̮̗͖͔̬̈́ͅȨ̷͕̯̻̯̥̀̎̂̿͜ͅG̴̢̊̈́í̷̛̥͔̭̮̤̉̿̽͌̈̓̈n̷̡͉̋͝

̴͙͕͚͖̖̯̣͛̏̍̏̌̍̈́̋́͝b̶̝̞̆̚Y̷̢͙̺̻̿͌̌̒͠ ̴̣̹̻͍͇̣͓̹̳̟̄̂̊̀̂͛͐̍̿y̶̰̋͂̍̀̌͛̎̄Ȍ̵̤͍͛̿̒̋͗͊̏̎̈́Ư̶̙̭͎̽̀͌̈̈͌̒͠ ̸͎̺̻̯͖́̈́̋t̸̢̼̤͎̦͂̔̐Ę̸̛͉̮̝͙̻̜̆̇̎̈́̓͌̆̕͜l̸͖̥͙̪̞̇̈́͋̌͋͛͘͘͝L̶̡̕͜ͅï̶̮̠̠̪̙̣̠̎͑͂͐̍͘͝N̶̡͈̺̝̝̍̔̋̅̂̇G̷̹͈͍̞̀͋͆̃͘͘ ̸̪̯̅̔́̓̏̀M̸͇͚͔̤̬̎̎̒̊Ė̸͎̭̯͉͍̲̀͗͊̅͛

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