“When I think about how I must look,” I told her, “I still see the kid I last looked at in the mirror when I was eight.” “So you can think in . . . pictures?” I blinked. Pictures? She must’ve seen a look on my face, because she rushed to apologize. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. That was a dumb question, right?” I shook my head. “No, I . . . I’m just used to being around people who understand, I guess. I’ll have to get used to questions.” And then I added, “And making people feel comfortable enough to ask. It’s fine.” I let out a small laugh and licked my lips. “And yes, to answer your question. My
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