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Weeks went by. Those weeks didn't result in anything new or better or anything. Alfred stayed the same, without his memories of you, but he never bothered you after that conversation before lunch that day. To be honest with yourself, you almost missed his pestering, but you had sworn to yourself that you had gotten over him. You have. You did. Of course you did. How could you not?But there's always that stubborn part in people. That stubborn part was keeping its hold on your feelings for Alfred. You missed his pestering because you wanted a reason to talk to him. You wanted to hear your name in his voice. The way he said your name made you...