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"You said you didn't want to be near me, Poppy. That's why I'm looking for places to stay. Why help me now?"
"About six years."
"Hm.. Exactly." She shook her head. "Oh well."
"You don't believe me."
"Your name is Tuck Sparks. You went by a different name."
"I will. I think you're cold."
"It's hard," he said quietly. "It's so hard just doinh it by myself."
She was on the brink of tears. "I know it seems that way, but it's true."
"You're mean."
He laughed slightly, but it was not true. "Do you want to believe?"
She whimpered. "Um.. You're suffering from memory loss from the accident. I'm your wife."
"You don't know how long."
He shook his head. "I'm sorry. "
She looked uncertain, sitting down in the chair once again. She folded her hands rather nervously. "You really don't remember?"
"So? That's just in mortal form."
"I do," he said quietly. "I do."
(Yoop!)
"No, I'm not."
He looked over at her, his eyes rather sad. "It won't happen again."
She looked like she were about to cry, suddenly turning away and heading out to find a doctor.
