I don’t need those memories, Kai. We can make new ones. We… can start over. Just like we’ve met only yesterday. — Hyperionova
I don’t need those memories, Kai. We can make new ones. We… can start over. Just like we’ve met only yesterday. — Hyperionova
I don’t need those memories, Kai. We can make new ones. We… can start over. Just like we’ve met only yesterday. — Hyperionova
I don’t need those memories, Kai. We can make new ones. We… can start over. Just like we’ve met only yesterday. — Hyperionova
I don’t need those memories, Kai. We can make new ones. We… can start over. Just like we’ve met only yesterday. — Hyperionova
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I don’t need those memories, Kai. We can make new ones. We… can start over. Just like we’ve met only yesterday.

— Hyperionova
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