Sheddding a Second Skin

She then made the cursory inquiry into what I did for a living, but I didn't want to talk about myself and also doubted that she really cared. Her brain was going a mile a minute. She would be the next female Louie. There was something soothing about her patter; she droned on and on, and I slowly relaxed more and more. "So," I said, "tell me a joke."

Whir, baby. Whir.

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