I met a backwards man today. His head face the right way, and he walked forward. No rakshasa nonsense or anything like that. But he was backwards. I could tell. He moved against the flow of the current.
The first thing he did was pull a knife out of my back. He slapped me across the face, then leaned in for a lingering hug. He kissed me on each cheek and walked away, waving in greeting. I watched the bubble of mild confusion in the people around him until the crowds obscured him completely. Totally backwards.
I kept the knife.
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