I am very confused, but I do not trust these giants. I quickly stand up and run. My heart is beating as fast as it possibly can.
Alex sees me and yells: "Wait! Don't run!", but I don't trust him. I run until I almost fall off the edge of the table, and I only stopped because one of my feet did not step on something solid. I stopped, and regained balance, as I yell: "Get away! I don't trust you!"
"But Jake," began Alex, who looked genuineely heartbroken, "We're best friends! Don't you recognize me?"
I take a good, long, hard look at his face. The only reason I gave him that much trust, is because I vaguely remembered something when he said my name. I saw something familiar, but only a vague feeling.
"C'mon," said Alex, "If tou don't recognize me, can't you at least trust me?"
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