[ It's a little unsettling. To discover that there's some other version of oneself existing out there. That he's talking to a stranger who might know things about him. That the entire reason she approached him in the first place had nothing to do with him, but his resemblance to somebody else. How much will her friendliness fade once the differences become more apparent? ]
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He has my sympathies, then.
[ His smile is faint, but it's there. ]