[He recognizes the faltering over the memories only because he's seemingly done the same so often in the past couple of months. There are times when something seems to spark in his head, only for it to instantly slip away.]
I don't remember anything about my father. Not even his name.
[He says it more to by sympathetic to her plight.]
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I don't remember anything about my father. Not even his name.
[He says it more to by sympathetic to her plight.]
It's strange, the amnesia.