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"So after answering all your questions, we'll be able to talk about our kiss?" Charlie asks nonchalantly, fixing the way he seats on the chair.

Don't blush. Don't blush. Don't blush.

I coughed out, "Of course."

"Alright, fire away."

This is it Vanchel, go, ask him all your questions.

But what if his answers are unacceptable?

It's Charlie we're talking about, everything's acceptable.

Wait a minute...

Memories flashed like lights. It was like bricks pouring down on me.

I never knew recovering from temporary amnesia would be that fast.

"Vanch, is everything alright?" Charlie asked as he ran towards me.

"I'm... I'm fine." I took my hands off his and shook my head, "Just... I think I just remembered everything."

His eyes widened, "What timing!"

"It is." I nodded.

"That's so unrealistic!"

"We're in a book, that's normal."

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