To repress his agitation, he changed the subject. “Anne… what would you do if there were others like me?” The subject repositioned himself on the bed, eager to pace to the door, to see her face. Those orbs of green, filled with innocence and ignorance, yet surrounded by hard, merciless features.

To repress his agitation, he changed the subject. “Anne… what would you do if there were others like me?” The subject repositioned himself on the bed, eager to pace to the door, to see her face. Those orbs of green, filled with innocence and ignorance, yet surrounded by hard, merciless features.

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