Her Precious Memories
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Last published Mon, Dec 9, 2019
What do you think you will do when you wake up without any memories from yesterday? You don't know even your name, you don't have anyone to call, you don't know what happened. Will you trust anyone who offers you help? Or just live by your own and start making another memories by yourself?
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