--- 2010 ---
I woke up on a park bench. I had 20 dollars in my pocket and and no memories to my name. My name! what was my name. I couldn't even remember that.
Great.
I sat up on the bench and looked around. The only other soul in the park was a tall blonde on an early morning run. When I saw he was headed my way I ran off. He ran faster and almost caught up to me when I disappeared into the crowd on the street. He was calling out a name and it made me question everything.
Did he know me? were we friends? what was going to happen to me? I didn't know who I was or where I was going. The one thing I did know was I was hungry and I needed to hide.
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Ironman and Nitrous
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