No need for shaking hands or exchanging names with each other. For all I know, you could be associated with Them and all would fail. All you need to know is that I remember everything. Everything since eight. I remember voices, words, sounds, you name it and I can locate the thought in a blink of an eye. I was stolen (well bought) from my parents by the government at eight so they could enhance my already above average memory so I could remember everything. I was to be used in the military as a spy. I escaped shortly after I refused to help. When I returned to my house, it wasn’t there. Literally gone. So, here begins my story. A juvenile running from the government and other weirdos all the while searching for my parents. I call my so - called gift a curse and you would too. I’ll explain later but I have to leave you for now. The less information, the less danger, and the better for both of us.
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