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Posture relaxed, looking away. She's confident that you aren't in on PIGEON's scheme.

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A practiced calm. He knows how he looks and dares you to question the asymmetry.

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He's not lying, but it's not your lines he's interested in.

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After a moment, his face drops as he realises what he has to do.

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Easy. There's no recognition on his end. Not one dot connected.

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He's thought about it, turned it over and over in his head until it all clicked.

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Humour: sub-zero.

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Something flares in her eyes. The same sheen of keen paranoia, brightened threefold.

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Brighter. Madder.

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But she smiles like she does.

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Something flares in her eyes. The same sheen of keen paranoia, brightened threefold.

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An insane sun rises from behind her eyes.

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It must be said, this is the most handsome political economist you've ever encountered.

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Traces of a born romantic linger in the man's voice. This was a doomed endeavour from the very beginning.

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First impressions matter -- the person responsible for the design of this journal knows that.

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She smiles at you again, but her eyes are cold.

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True fanatic detected. Be careful what you say, and how you say it.

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Fear in her eyes. Like you're being watched.

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She sighs, nostalgic.

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She flaps her hand, dismissing space exploration as a logistical inconvenience.

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A man of strong opinion that he's not afraid to shout about. Even to children.

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The boy seems confused that he has to explain this.

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He catches his reflection in the blade's gloss varnish and sees a great beast, fangs bared.

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No recognition at all.

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Yeah, they have no idea.

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No irony. Only the truth.

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His fingers twitch, pulling a phantom trigger.

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Largely unfazed, too infatuated with coming face-to-face with a real gun.

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Unfortunately, the displeasure in her voice catches up with your little fantasy, and slams it all away.

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Ice-water sobering from the inside out.

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Instant, though mistaken, recognition. The character is prepared for you.

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Look at the cosmonauts' expressions: pride, determination, joy. These aren't commemorative; they predate the disaster.

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No translation needed, and not the slightest hint of irony. Yes.

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That was a growl, not an attempt to speak. He would be making the same noise if he could talk.

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Eyes widen. The other men regard him like some kind of God.

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You realise after a moment that he isn't just doing his usual thing -- he's demonstrating.

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Clocked you instantly, even though your accent has been diluted in the decade-plus since you left.

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For a moment, hope flashes in his eyes. The possibility that, maybe, maybe, this is still the kind of place that diplomats frequent.

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A little sadness alights on his face for the briefest moment.

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Too quick on the denial. That's a big, flashing 'yes.'

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You're dealing with a 'Get Off My Property' type here. Problem is, his property is communal.

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They wear their clothes like the very mannequins they were sewn on.

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He couldn't care less about your opinion.

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Looking you straight in the eyes, sympathetic. She really doesn't know.

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Her voice is thin -- she's not strong enough to carry them alone.

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Knuckles white as she balls them into fists.

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Not trusting herself to speak around the lump in her throat.

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She deflates at the change of subject, back to the misery of now.

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Under the thick hoodie, her eyes are fixed on a single point to the west.

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Her hood a burrow, she the mouse within.