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@@@@@ But that's not what he is showing me His eyes, clear liquid sienna in the illumination, shine with no more than human reflectionHe bounces the light between left and right ?See? See? I'm just like you ?Let me see your neck Suspicion is thick in my voiceI don't let myself believe that this is more than a trickI don't understand the point of the charade, but I'm sure there is oneThere is no hope anymore?Well? That won't exactly help anythingAren't the eyes enough? You know I'm not one of them ?Why won't you show me your neck?? ?Because I have a scar there,? he admits I try to squirm out from under him again, and his hand pins my shoulder ?It's self-inflicted,? he explains?I think I did a pretty good job, though it hurt like hell don't have all that pretty hair to covermy neckThe scar helps me blend in He hesitates, then gets to his feet in one easy move, not needing to use his handsHe holds one out, palm up, to me ?Please don't run awayAnd, um, I'd rather you didn't kick me again, eitherI know he can catch me if I try to run ?Who are you?? I whisper?My name is Jared HoweI haven't spoken to another human being in more than two years, so I'm sure I must seem? a little crazy to y