[that's what he is, a blade in the shape of a man, fit for integration and born for isolation— not made for connection. reflecting back at roza with a near-saccharine smile, too familiar and too hungry.]
Why don't you grow it out? Bet it'd look real nice. Don't you? [back on track:] Not, not American. Is she a dancer?
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Why don't you grow it out? Bet it'd look real nice. Don't you? [back on track:] Not, not American. Is she a dancer?