1. "Today, I called myself by your name. When I realized this, for a moment, I couldn't quite remember mine."
2. There was that aware, irrevocable regret as the kid reached the door. She did not turn the knob, but put her hands palms-down against the wood. Bean watched her. Something in them both fell, though her hands ascended, ascended, until they finally conceded that, yes, there was this invisible weight. However, just as quickly, she turned and fell on him with a smile.
Bean thought more of getting her out, how cold it would be, and smoothed her jacket.
The kid sort of hung and bowed, and they both stood until it seemed more like the time to say goodbye.
She laughed, looked up at him, and said,
"I just wanted to be punk like you."
He smiled and she went out into the reveling streets.
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