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Annabeth sits across from him with that all too familiar “thinking about everything at once” look in her eyes. 
“Malcolm tells me we’re friends.”
Percy nods, “best friends actually.”
“Then why don’t I remember you?”
Percy looked down at his plate and pushed some food around, trying to formulate the right answer, “Every choice has consequences, Annabeth.”