"I dreamt it," said Alex. "Last night."
"Dreamt it?" said Wiley.
"Yeah. I know. Crazy. But there you go."
"It looks like--"
"I know what it looks like."
"I don't mean 'what'. I mean who. It looks like her."
"Her?"
Wiley looked away from the tree, looked away from Alex, concentrated on the cars trundling by with their oblivious drivers and passengers.
"Yeah, her. Suzanne."
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