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“Wayne has the mental capacity of a fruit fly,” Steris said.
Instead, despite being dripping wet, she had a stupid grin on her face, eyes alight with excitement.
“Remember, you’re not supposed to find things like that fun, Steris. You’re supposed to be boring. I have it on good authority from this woman I know.”
“I need to put on something appropriate for tonight. What do you think? Large breasts? Small breasts? Extra-large breasts?”
Sometimes it amazes me that people like Wayne, or even those kandra, can be so startlingly human when I feel so alien.”
Wayne turned to see Wax clinging to one of the windowsills, Steris tucked under one arm like a sack of potatoes—well, a sack of potatoes that had a very nice rack, anyway.
feeling the surreal sensation of standing calmly in a maelstrom of gunfire, sipping apple juice.
Don’t you ever feel like you never actually grew up? That everyone else did, but you’re secretly faking?”

