I just ran into Mr. Emphatic again. I said "Good morning," to him in the T station, without really looking at his face. And there was a shocked little pause before he said "Good morning," in a strangled sort of voice. I looked up, thinking he might be one of Oursin's people. Then I recognized him and fled up the stairs.
Oops.
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