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Dolores when she remembers what happened yesterday.
She wasn't supposed to remember what happened yesterday. It wasn't in her code to remember, and her memory was supposed to be wiped, yet she remembered.
She remembered all the blood being spilt on the dust, the bodies of the townspeople lay on the ground. She remembered seeing you. You were still choking on your own blood, you hadn't died yet. Tears were slowly falling out of your eyes as the world started to slowly disappear. There wasn't enough time for you to have any last words before you passed on.
But there you were. You were alive and well with a basket of green paints held in your hands.
Dolores couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible. She saw you die. She knew you died. But you were talking towards her with a smile on your chapped lips.
