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The way she was bowing her head and looking at the floor, I thought it might be a confession.

“I didn’t know you were going to do that,” he said. “What’s your name?” His voice sounded different now—a little higher, as if his mind had been somewhere else when he spoke those words. He was probably trying to remember my name. In fact, all of us in the room seemed to have forgotten our names at one point or another during these past few days; we’d just go on calling each other by first names because it felt natural somehow and we liked doing it that way. But this wasn’t like any conversation I’d ever heard before: The guy was not only asking me my name but making an effort to remember what I looked like and even whether or not he owned anything green with white polka dots down the front that would match my shirt (he did), and then snapping back into his own world where nothing made sense anymore except for him sitting there looking sadder than ever under those heavy eyebrows above those mournful dark eyes (and why anyone should look sadder than he already did after taking away three men’s freedom is beyond me). And standing there feeling stupid again too wondering how much more time could possibly pass until something knocked on the door and they carted us off to jail cells full of people who didn’t speak English staring through barred windows waiting for their turn so whenever someone asked about our last meals we couldn

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