[ For some reason, Knightley can't shake the feeling he's seen this man before. That sound of a bell seems familiar, too, and it vaguely reminds him of a cold winter day.
—Sorry! What was I thinking? I should introduce you. Horace, meet Sirhan Dogen, who I was telling you about before. Dogen, this is Horace, my friend that I've been playing correspondence chess with.
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...Maybe he's just imagining things. ]
Hey, you.
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