But Who Are You?

A woman at the grocery store greets me as one would an old friend. I ask about her well-being. She inquires regarding mine. Her perturbed male companion waits, with a toddler in a shopping cart, a short distance away.

The woman seems familiar, but I have no recollection of who she is.

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