"You're messing with my brain, aren't you?" She asked him one day.

"Of course."

"You're a memory eater."

"Sure."

"No, I'm serious."

"When are you not?"

She ignored him. "Just why can't I remember what happened in the club when we first met? Or when you took me to that alleyway? Or at the bars?"

He didn't say anything.

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