[She gropes around for the light next to her bed and winces when it turns on, temporarily blinding her. She gathers her hair in her hand and pulls it over her opposite shoulder.
The burn scars reach across her back and down beneath the fabric of her shirt. They're old. Like more than a decade of healing old.]
For all I know I'm possessed by alien parasites. It's no crazier than anything else. Is there something?
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The burn scars reach across her back and down beneath the fabric of her shirt. They're old. Like more than a decade of healing old.]
For all I know I'm possessed by alien parasites. It's no crazier than anything else. Is there something?