A Perfect Storm

"Dude, you might smell worse than I do, and I live in a camper." Ches jokes, scanning the blond boy's serious face. "Hey, I was joking... About you smelling worse than me, I mean."

"Do... You really not remember me?" The words that have been floating in his head finally come out, hoping the boy was still joking.

"It's kinda hard to remember someone you haven't met before, isn't it?"

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A follow up of my first story, Roses And Thorns! Glam copes with the loss of his best friend's memories.