Twisted Memories (A Short Story)
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Concluida vie, oct 30, 201518m
Memories.
We all have memories. There are the time of our childhoods. There are the memories of each milestone that we passed in life. We have good memories. We also have those things that we would rather forget. Sometimes we do end up forgetting.
What happens when your memories are twisted? Take a peek inside and find out.
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