A walk through memories

A walk through memories

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After the tragic death of her family in a car accident where she was the only survivor Penelope Diana Roberts loses her memories. Damien Keys is a mysterious guy with a rare disease called Hyperthymesia which causes him to possess an autobiographical memory.He remembers a vast majority of his life and his dark past haunts him all the time. A girl who's lost all her memories and a guy who has an autobiographical memory meets! Despite all odds will Damien give Penelope a walk through memories?
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