"Mitch?"
"Aspergers."
"Carol?"
"Way Aspergers."
"Calvin?"
I think for a second.
"Aspergers," I conclude.
Gina pulls away her glasses in frustration. "So you've diagnosed everyone on my Christmas list with Aspergers?"
"Christmas? I thought you were making a roundup list for the C.D.C."
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