“What am I like?” “I don’t know how to explain it,” he says. “I’m not good with words.” “If you’d rather, you can act it out,” I say. He turns onto his back again, waves his arms in a circle. “A gigantic orb,” I guess. He laughs. “I guess I’m not good at charades either. I mean it in a good way.” “A gigantic orb in a good way,” I say. “So.” He faces me once more. It’s easier to meet his eyes in the dark. “Are they gigantic orbs too?”
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