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“What happened to him, anyway? My doppelganger, that is. David One.”
Naomi poured herself another glass of wine and sat back in her deck chair, which was angled toward the lake, as was mine.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said. “I just really don’t. I’m having too good a time. Too nice an evening. I mean, I didn’t realize how much I’d missed basic conversation—basic human interaction. It’s like a high I don’t ever want to come down from.”
She tittered slightly as though remembering something funny before slowly coming down, slowly becoming reflective. “He just lost the instinct, I think. That’s all. He was always such a giant of a man, such a larger-than-life figure; so jovial, so combustible, but then the Flashback came and it just—it just sort of ate him alive. It ate
