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“Can I ask you something then?” There was still something nagging me about the note in my pocket. What James said made sense. But what if he was wrong? What if I was unstable? And depressed. And lonely. If I could get out ahead of it, maybe I could fix it. I was growing attached to this life. I didn’t want for it to end. “Of course.” “Do you think I was unhappy before I lost my memory?” “I believe you were happy.” “There isn’t anything that seemed off about me? Anything at all to indicate that I wasn’t?” It looked like he was deep in thought as we entered Central Park. “Do you want my honest opinion? As a friend?” “Yes.” “I think you’ve always struggled a little with self-confidence. You felt lucky that James fell for you and you have a hard time understanding why he’s lucky too.”
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