"Ungh," was all I could say; it was the sound
of a sandbag being set upon my chest.

"Talk," she ordered.

I mentally shrugged. "I just thought we were
alike. I felt it. But we aren't." Trying to
penetrate the situation was like straining to
read a paint chip or hear a dog whistle. It
was physiologically impossible.

"Here's the thing--" she said.

"I know."

"It's very logical. Think about it," she said.

"I'm trying, but I need help."

"Good."

"I will admit that."

"It attracts everyone."

"I know."


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