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“Ben Peterson.” I said his name again. It was so weird to have a name to put with a face, though I wasn’t sure why. Everyone had a name. I guess I was expecting his to be something more… unusual, sort of like him. Ben was an ordinary name. Peterson was, too. I felt like maybe his name should’ve been Striker or Rider or something. But Ben Peterson was a nice name--an ordinary, nice name.

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