There's one girl in the nursery I decide I love. I stare at her and try to think of what I should call her. I decide I will call her Benny, and I approach her. "Hi, Benny," I say. Another girl pipes up. "Her name's Becky, notBenny," she informs me. But what she doesn't know is that I got to within one consonant of the girl's name just by looking at her.
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