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Nobody calls me Noor, Sayid.
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You of all people should know that.
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What?
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You don't remember me?
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Am I so different from the girl in the schoolyard who used to push you in the mud?
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And your mother would tell my mother, "Why must you pick on little Sayid?"
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And I'd answer, "Because he ignores me."
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You had enough attention, with your family's wealth and...
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your charm.
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Such things matter little to children.
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But then, you always were older than your years,weren't you, Sayid?
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Not old enough to understand that being pushed was a sign of affection.