Carl asks, "How are things going with the guy who has the same name that you
would have had if you were a boy?"
And in return, I ask, "How are things going with the girl who was wearing that ugly shirt with the
planets and galaxies-- in fact the ugliest shirt you had ever seen-- on the day that you met her?"
Sometimes it can be fun not having a good memory for names.
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