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... on myself in a less used back alley. My chest was sore from being kicked and my stomach felt like an endless black hole. I didn't try to move or react to my situation, because I was preparing for the memory injection.
I felt the familiar heavy weight hit my forehead and I groaned as 14 years of memories that weren't my own, were shoved into my head. Just like before, they were filtered for essential information and slunk off to the corner of my mind where they settled and became a part o ...
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