“But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. Twelve years ago! It is an awful retrospect. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade.
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