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he shot up to over six feet in the last two years, he’s only gained about ten pounds from when he was five feet tall. He looks a lot like a walking skeleton that put on a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt and got a face full of acne.
Anything insect related fascinates him.
Slug believes that eating insects is perfectly okay. Sort of the natural circle of life.
but I could swear I didn’t inherit any genes whatsoever from this man. He is tall and burly, while I am medium build and lean. Even if I grow another inch or two, I’m never going to look like him. We’re nothing alike.
“I’d like to kill him,” I blurt out.
I’ve never let on the sorts of wild thoughts that run through my head sometimes. I’ve been careful about it.
“It’s illegal. I would go to jail.” “Only if you get caught.”
And yet… There’s something about the way he looks at me sometimes. Not all the time, but sometimes. He stares just a little too long. And it doesn’t exactly feel like he’s checking me out, like some guys do. It’s something else. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I can’t pretend I don’t know what Bonnie means when she says he’s creepy.
“I’m just worried about her,” I admit. “This isn’t like her.”