[ Noah doesn't know if it's reassuring or unsettling that she remembers as little as he does about himself. He combs a hand through his hair -- wispy, thin, almost transparent -- then slides it further to rub at the back of his neck, brows knitting together as he struggles to recall his own memories. ]
That school I was asking about, I remember that. I remember my friends, and... [ He pauses, carefully considering his words.] this place we went to....
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That school I was asking about, I remember that. I remember my friends, and... [ He pauses, carefully considering his words.] this place we went to....