[And now we've gotten to the petulant stages of Keats being... himself.
This doesn't make any sense. Keats is dreaming about a girl who's helping him investigate a story about himself? Or someone with the same name and he's desperately avoiding that fact?
Dreaming is so weird.]
I DON'T know. [He shrugs, not that he needs to.] Do you not like that name?
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This doesn't make any sense. Keats is dreaming about a girl who's helping him investigate a story about himself? Or someone with the same name and he's desperately avoiding that fact?
Dreaming is so weird.]
I DON'T know. [He shrugs, not that he needs to.] Do you not like that name?