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"Should we go after him?" I say, suddenly anxious, especially because we both know this kid, but are struggling to place him. "Nah, it's too late, he's gone now.  Jeez, that kid is fast." "You know him?" "Well, shouldn't I?  Shouldn't we?"  And now we are staring at each other, dumbfounded, and both very very confused.  "Wait a minute..Wait a minute."  And I remember that look on Kenny's face from thirty years ago, when he was ready to massacre all the smug pious idiots in church for treating him like he was from outer space.  "Where do we know him from?  Think, Christopher...Think!" "Yesterday.  Coffee shop in New West, with what was her name, It escapes me.  Tran...Transwoman." "You can say tranny around me, if you want, dear.  I hate politically correct bullshit just as much as the next queen." "Then we went for lunch: Carl, me, Erik, and those two, then back to Vancouver, then to the mental health team..."