[He cringes a little when she says his name, because he's not used to hearing it but it's familiar all the same and that hurts in ways he can't begin to describe.
Before March, he couldn't remember having ever seen her before.]
Yeah, well, you don't want me anyway, so what does it matter to you?
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Before March, he couldn't remember having ever seen her before.]
Yeah, well, you don't want me anyway, so what does it matter to you?