‘There is someone else in the mirror, doc!’
‘What’s more to understand here? I have already narrated this story, like, a million times now.’
‘I told you already. I do not remember what made me come home early that day. I guess it is one of those things you just do not recall, like what you had after dinner two nights ago; or the colour of some shirt you happen to wear on a regular day.’
‘Yes. I did meet her on the way back.’
‘Yes, sometimes I do wake up to eat. How is that relevant anyway? How is anything before the incident relevant?’
‘Damn right I realize you are fucking supposed to know me entirely to judge me, you asshole- but I have repeated this enough times already.
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