Watching the Memories
“What is that?” The woman asked, looking at the orb in Hana’s hands as it began to shimmer with the sunlight streaming into the room. “And who are you??” Hana struggled so hard not to roll her eyes at the woman, sucking in her breath as subtly as she could before turning to the woman as best as she could. “I was introduced to you yesterday, madam,” Hana said, smiling at her with the best smile she could put on though it was not the least bit genuine, not that the woman would know. “Had I known you would be this forgetful, I would have made sure to reintroduce myself to you again or done something else.” “Never mind that, what do you have there?” She asked, pointing to the orb, still in the girl’s hands, shiny and glistening. “I don’t really care about you, personally.” “Ah, this is
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