”Are you sure we haven’t met before? I know your face, I know your name. But I don’t know you. Isn’t the crazy? Isn’t that crazy? I think we maybe in a different book, on a different page. You said you are different. But you’re the same. Stranger.”

Did you love him? Did you hate him? Did he keep you giving mixed signals? It’s Rafe Cameron for fucks sake. Could you ever really be with the man without it being confusing?

”I meet 'em every day. They all seem to be the same. Lame. OK. I meet 'em every day. They all seem to be the same. It’s strange.”

”Ah. Familiar time, familiar place. Starting to feel the familiar shame, 'cause I know what you have come here for. You know my name, you know my face. But you don’t know me. You must be crazy. Or I must be crazy, or is it maybe?”

”I’ve been here times before. And I’ve said , “yes”, meaning, “no”. But, oh.”

”A lot of shit has changed.” ”Lot of shit has changed.” ”Lot, lot of shit has changed.”