Just now I had to knock on a neighbor's door to pass on a message. I don't really know her, and she certainly wasn't expecting me. When she called out "Is that you?" I felt odd saying, "Well, I suppose no." I mean, sure, the answer to her question "Is that you?" was clearly "Yes, it's me." But I knew that I wasn't the "you" she was expecting... It made me pause—it was just a little more existentialism that I was expecting from that moment.
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