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“The final stage,” they said, gesturing to a glowing new line on the brochure. “Love Me Baby—Post-Forgetting Edition. It means you have successfully un-loved someone. Would you like to book a complimentary float session?”

And for the first time in my life, I missed the pain more than I had ever missed her.

Curious, I pressed it.

I ran down the corridor, past the other guests—zombies in bathrobes—and burst into the lobby. The concierge looked up. “How may we help you, sir?”

I agreed. Why not? I had come to forget. File- Krilinresort---Jedi-tricks--Love-Me-Baby....

The brochure said Krilinresort was the last place in the galaxy where you could truly forget.

“I want to remember,” I said. “I want to feel it again. The whole thing. The fight. The door slamming. The note.” “The final stage,” they said, gesturing to a

The second night, they played a recording of her voice saying my name. Softly. The way she used to before the fights started. My hands clenched the sheets. The attendant returned: “Attachment is the path to the dark side. Breathe. She is not here. Only the memory of her is here.”

She had left a note: “You don’t love me, baby. You love the idea of fixing me.” Would you like to book a complimentary float session

And that was when the silence became unbearable.

“The what?”