She stares at me and searches her memory, but in the end shakes her head. "As you may know, in this Town, memory is unreliable and uncertain. There are things we can remember and thing we cannot remember. You seem to be among the things I cannot. Please forgive me."
"Of course," I say. "It was not important."
"Perhaps we have met before. This is a
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