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Recognition, familiarity, and confusion. Michael headed down the hospital halls, the block in his mind stopping his thinking. He was hitting the side of his head, what was it? What didn't his mind want him to know?

He gasped when the realization hit him like a speeding train, and that realization had him whipping down the corridor toward Susie's room.

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