I narrow my eyes at him. If I squint really, really hard, he almost looks like he's pasted onto the scenery. But then my eyes hurt and I have to look away. "So you aren't really here after all," I say, trying to sound completely disinterested.
I can't help but snort. "And yet I'm the one of us not human here."
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Date: 2012-07-24 02:32 am (UTC)I can't help but snort. "And yet I'm the one of us not human here."