When I was a kid.. 7 or 8, I'd only ever known one Sarah*, I thought it was the greatest name in the world, and that I would definitely marry a girl called Sarah and call my daughter Sarah, obviously the 7 year old me didn't consider this might be both confusing and a little weird, and rather over optimistic.
With every new Sarah I meet, my heart still sinks a little.
*This probably isn't true, but both my adult memory and my childhood attention span have colluded to make it so in my head.
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