He Forgot Our First Date (Twice)
Chapter 9 · free to read
Auntie said the counter listens. She never said what the table does.
It wasn't a memory. Memories are yours. This was somebody else's afternoon, playing at full volume with me standing in it.
Four sixteen. He asked me at four sixteen in the afternoon.
And I heard myself say yes. I heard it in my own voice, in my own mouth, and I do not remember one second of meaning it.
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