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Do I even want to get my memories back?

I stare out theand watch as we pass all of the other stupid cars I don’t have any memories, but I can at least make sure Janette has so into that fancy GPS for irl in the back seat at all She could be super into role-play video games for all I know "An arcade," I say

I see Landon and Janette perk up in the backseat Yes! I congratulate

"Kind of a weird tiames," Silas says "Don’t you think we should--"

"I think we should play games," I interrupt "Because it’s Janette’s birthday" I make my eyes really wide so he understands this isn’t up for discussion He ives me a really lame thumbs up Charlie hates thumbs up, I can tell by her body’s immediate reaction to it

Silas finds an arcade not far froet there, he pulls out his wallet and digs around until he finds a credit card

JanetteI barely even know this guy What does ithis money on us? Besides, I don’t have any money My father lost it all and Silas’s father still has soood at justification

We carry our tokens in paper cups, and as soon as we’re inside the arcade, Janette and Landon walk off to do their own thing Together I make eyes at Silas and et some pizza Let the kids play"

He winks at me, and I try not to smile

We find a table to wait for our pizza, and I slide into a booth, wrapping my arms aroundto us? This endless loop of forgetting What e do?"

"I don’t know," he says "Find each other over and over It’s not that bad, right?"

I glance over at hi

It isn’t that bad But the situation is "Who wants to spend their life not knoho they are?"

"I could spend every day getting to know you all over again, Charlie, and I don’t think I’d get sick of it"

Heat clio-to with Silas: don’t look at him, don’t look at him, don’t look at him

"You’re dumb," I say But he’s not dumb He’s a romantic and his words are powerful Charlie isn’t, I can tell But she wants to be--I can tell that too She desperately wants Silas to show her it’s not all a lie There’s a pull inside of her every ti, and I want to brush it away every ti the powder onto the table Being a teenager is exhausting Silas silently watches rabs ure it out," he assures ht track"

I dust h I knoe aren’t on any track We’re just as lost as hen oke up in the hotel today

I’m also a liar A narcissist, a justifier, a liar