I saw the textbook you put in the library, with a thin notepad inside. It was unsigned, but I recognized your handwriting.
It is filled with your feelings for me, and you said you like me.
However, you have forgotten me. My memories have become anonymous. Where have you hidden them?
Everyone said that you were fine and not sick; yes, everything was normal for you. The only abnormal thing was that you had forgotten me. But, who can I tell you?
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