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"I'm special?" She repeated slowly.
The look of Briggs's face was priceless. "You're special. I don't want to sugarcoat anything to you, and I don't believe you'll allow me to, but I have something you want," he said, pulling out two tan manila files with stacks of papers wedged inside.
The top read Lorelei Monroe.
The bottom one read Alexandra Monroe.
She accepted before her throat remembered how to say no.
OR
Lorelei Monroe, a child who was always praised for her photographic memory, has to deal with the woes of early onset amnesia. Thankfully, she has a group of friends who would die for her.