The first time Harry saw Susan she was running out into the street after her dog, which Harry had just mauled with his car.
"Susan?" he said, getting out of the car. "Susan Jake, class of '89?"
Susan stared at him, incredulous. "Unless the next words out of your mouth are, 'Remember me? I'm the guy who left to go to vet school' I don't give a fuck how you know me, you might have just killed my dog!"
"Oh! Right." Harry crouched beside her, examining the terrier mix sprawled on the pavement. Its leg was bent at an awkward angle but its eyes were open, and it was breathing, so Harry passed it off as alright.
"So, really?" he said. "You don't remember me?"
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