Finished Folds (1—3)
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3the sandwich behind his ear and reached over to caress your cheek. "Don't you see?" he whispered. "They aren't like us. They ARE us. All are one within the kitchen."
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4in the crowd. "Don't you see? You're all just... puppets. Actors in a play, machines in some great design. You don't matter. Not to people like him. Not to people like me."
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3to woo her after the first few weeks and mostly just tried to ignore her. Occasionally they'd see her watching from under the ice, but they never tried to reach her. Not again.