The Memory Thief Next Door

On April Fool's Day, my sister and I moved into our new apartment.

Mr. Johnson Mr. Johnson's fridge was covered with notes containing bizarre rules.

One of them read: Never eat anything from the neighbor in 404---she'll consume parts of your memory.

I dismissed it as Mr. Johnson's holiday prank.

That afternoon, the neighbor from 404 knocked on our door and brought over a freshly baked tiramisu.

I thanked her with a smile and immediately put it in the fridge.

The next morning when I woke up,

my sister pointed at me in terror and asked, "Who are you?"

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