[He's about to reply moodily, something about he would if he could, or, what kind of stupid question was that, or, the lake is too damn small. But when he sees the person speaking, he'll stop, mouth slightly open, drawing a blank both on his face and with his vocal chords.
. . . he's never had the sensation of both forgetting and remembering at the same time. ]
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. . . he's never had the sensation of both forgetting and remembering at the same time. ]
Do you know why I think your name is Margot?
[No beating around the bush here.]