[She calls out his name and he takes a few steps back, eyesockets going wide. He doesn't know her; she's a complete stranger.]
[He's definitely not the Sans she knows normally. He's a whole foot shorter and much younger. He's wearing a ratty, threadbare, too-big jacket that might have once been blue but is now more gray and brown than anything.]
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[He's definitely not the Sans she knows normally. He's a whole foot shorter and much younger. He's wearing a ratty, threadbare, too-big jacket that might have once been blue but is now more gray and brown than anything.]
h-how do you know my name?