01-20-2008, 01:54 PM
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indent A faint and crooked smile was all the response he offered to her comment, knowing she was right. No one had grown up without some trauma, something that had made them change who they were and rethink their lives. He had undergone this process several times, and would do so soon once more. It was a fact of nature; to survive, the species has to adapt. Just because he would have to adapt to his own mind did not mean this was not mutation, or evolution. It was something quite similar, something unavoidable.
indent The tents and their images were peculiar, and he eyed them as one might regard something in a museum. “I’ve never seen pictures of men like this before,” he said, one hand moving up to the picture to trace the shape of the deformed figure.
indent The tents and their images were peculiar, and he eyed them as one might regard something in a museum. “I’ve never seen pictures of men like this before,” he said, one hand moving up to the picture to trace the shape of the deformed figure.