I turned to Mr. Finch, and he smiled. "You are...?"
Mr. Finch raised an eyebrow. "A curious request. Very well." inside no. 9
As I left the shop, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. I was no longer bound by the memories of my past. But as I walked away, I caught a glimpse of myself in a nearby window reflection. I turned to Mr
"The memories you buy are not always the ones you sell." I turned to Mr. Finch
The shopkeeper chuckled. "Ah, that's the beauty of it. You never did."