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“Not really. We know of each other, but we don’t hang in the same circles. She’s kind of a troublemaker.” “She looks like the kind.” He rubbed his nose. “And she smelled overripe and was pretty but in such an odd way. Almost ghost-like.” He could smell that? Granted, the worse off they were, the sweeter their scent, and she had reeked. It was like they were overcompensating for their rancid souls. And he’d pegged her skin color correctly. “Yeah, she’s been causing trouble.” “Well, I don’t know Chad, but he seems all right.” He placed his arm on the center console, our skin brushing. “It was really nice of you to watch out for him.” “I did it for more selfish reasons.” I didn’t want humans to find out about us. “I’d hate for him to get hurt when I could at least try to protect him.” Th
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