“Got a cigarette?” a bored voice drones. I blink myself out of my reverie and turn to see a girl my age saunter in. The first thing I see are thin gold hoop earrings so large they almost touch her shoulders, a skin tight purple bodycon dress and white sneakers. With one hand on her black rolling suitcase, she pops her hip and wrinkles her nose at me. “Get those prison clothes from a dumpster or something?” “No, I arrived naked.” Although they smell awful, it’ll be good to cover the fact that I’m hiding my scent. Animalia can usually scent each other’s order and I shouldn’t really be able to
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