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28 - Everything I Remember Is Gone

“You don't have to leave,” she said, before he could leave. “Stay. If you want to.”

Jim turned halfway back from his original stool, his coat over his forearm.

“Sorry I was such a bitch,” Ingrid said, appearing contrite. “Come back.”

“Why,” he asked, raising his chin.

“Because,” she said, turning from his reflection in the mirror to his actual face, “after this drink, I´m going up to my room, and I don't want to be alone.”


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Cover Art by Emilee Lord

28 - Everything I Remember Is Gone

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