Memories (frerard)
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"So..." I said, the uncomfortable feeling growing larger in the pit of my stomach as the seconds pass by. "What now?"
We all looked at each other waiting for someone to answer the question we were all thinking, until a voice spoke up.
"We get Franks memory back." Gerard said. We all looked over at him but his eyes were glued to me.
"I get Frank back."
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