[Just give him a second here. He'll figure somethin' out. He makes a show of dithering for a second, then his grin widens in unmistakable victory. See, look at this sucker. He figured things out. He did somethin' right for once. Ain't you proud?]
Got it.
[He reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a photograph that seems very, very -
i̊n̶t͋e̤r̊eͤs᷄t͐i᷆n᷈g̾.
He hands it over to her with a broad smile, as though expectin' full well that this might be somethin' she'd remember or recall with precision, without distress, and the words scrawled there, that untidy sprawl of don't forget? What could possibly be the harm there, huh?]
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Got it.
[He reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a photograph that seems very, very -
i̊n̶t͋e̤r̊eͤs᷄t͐i᷆n᷈g̾.
He hands it over to her with a broad smile, as though expectin' full well that this might be somethin' she'd remember or recall with precision, without distress, and the words scrawled there, that untidy sprawl of don't forget? What could possibly be the harm there, huh?]
You know what I'm sayin', don't you, Alph?