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Date: 2023-05-17 12:00 am (UTC)"Jim Wilson," he says, stealing Sam's name for his last and surprising himself with the first. He doesn't know where that comes from when he says it, and it's only after a second or two goes by that he gets a dim flicker of memory. Becky. Becky had done that, trying out different nicknames for him, teasing him with each one. It's with an effort of will that he manages to keep his thoughts from showing. "She probably won't have heard of me, though."
Not by that name, anyway.