He's walking through the market on a warm summer day when he sees you for the first time. But he thinks he recognises you from somewhere. You are selling clothes at your stall, as usual. Except today your best friends are busy, so you've had to take your daughter to the market with you. It's not easy. She's quite a peaceful baby, but she is refusing to sleep. You look up at the sound of footsteps, and hear his voice. Good Afternoon, milady. Do I, um, know you from somewhere?
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