He looks down at her sweater. There is a pause, then he concedes, "That's fucking atrocious. But that's not what I was even talking about first place, it's..." He hesitates, not sure how to talk about this. "... I met someone who looked the same as you, I guess," he says, weakly.
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He looks down at her sweater. There is a pause, then he concedes, "That's fucking atrocious. But that's not what I was even talking about first place, it's..." He hesitates, not sure how to talk about this. "... I met someone who looked the same as you, I guess," he says, weakly.