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Weekly Contest #75
Henry Ashford sat rather tiredly in his office, waiting for the wanted patient. He didn't want the job, but he couldn't decline it. It was his job and he can never abandon helping people. But what if I die? And he laughed at his idea. I can’t. I shouldn’t. But nobody would notice anyway. Nobody would ever know. Except for my wife and son, who are memory-wise protected. His job was made to erase all people's memories, and erase his identity too. If anybody knew about his ability, he would be in trouble. He doesn't want to. He glanced at his f...
She wrapped her shawl closer to her and kept walking. Where? She kept asking herself, but again she just kept walking, wandering on and about, never stopping for any reason. The sun was shining; people were laughing, but not her. She was alone, and indeed she wants to be. She wrapped her shawl closer to her, for the weather was not cold; but she was. She found a shabby old café. But she felt that it was the café. Edging closer, looking inside, she remembered. Flashes of memories, of happiness, of bitterness, of her smiling gleefull...
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