Memories can be easily transplanted. One for him and one for me. One for his body and one for the grave. If only a scrap of the memory book remains then memories can be transplanted. I'm having to deal with Eugene all over again. He's softly crying like a child. He's screaming like a raginf beast. Why torture me Grandfather before the loss I will have? Why be so cruel? That wilted rose you captured in your book will be mine in revenge. If I am to forget then you shall as well. You shall forget me.
Aria, Aria I'm not angry.
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