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Remembering Chloe
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  • Time 9h 4m
  • Reads 187,339
  • Votes 4,398
  • Parts 41
  • Time 9h 4m
Complete, First published Feb 08, 2012
I'm beautiful, I'm rich; I'm every guy's dream. In other words, I am perfect and I'm not afraid to flaunt it. 
But that's only what they tell me. 
I can't  remember anything after the accident. I lost every memory I ever made, every thought I ever had. I was in a coma for five months and when I finally awoke in that sickeningly white hospital, no one would tell me anything; not even the black haired boy that scrambled to find a nurse as I moved for the first time in almost half a year. No one will give me the whole story and no one will tell me the truth. But I'm determined to figure it out because it's my life and I need to know who I was before the crash. The only problem: I don't know if I want to.
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