"I thought," she whispered, "that you were going to forget me. Forget all about me."
"I can't." His voice sounded as if it were being pulled taut. "A malady. Which is ironic, since you are a physician. If you had medicine that could make me forget you—"
"No such thing exists," she said.
"Then I am cursed," he said, "to think only of you.”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
— Oct 27, 2025 10:37AM
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