It's hard to get used to the stares. In stores, in restaurants, even in my own
neighborhood, if I don't keep the curtains drawn. No one sits next to me on the bus, as though
it were contagious.
...
It isn't. Stop
looking at me like that. At the very
least, it won't be hungry until it finishes what it's eating, okay?
...
It's one of those evolutionary quirks, I guess. If you've got limited resources, then the
slower you metabolize, the longer they last, right?
...
I dunno. I'm no
expert. It's not like I asked to get
bitten by a timesnake...
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