Mimic
She furrows her brow while she thinks,
“No, I don’t have one.”
“We could go look for one now if you like.” She smiles at me and nods, grabbing onto my arm again as we walk towards other shops. She suddenly stops outside one of the electrical stores where the televisions in the window are showcasing the most recent news. Since they were silent, I could only tell what was happening based on the headline. ‘Serial killer who has eluded police strikes again.’ – only this time, based on the live feed – it was in this town. “Um,” I begin, “, I heard he was killing people that are one of the Abnormals. What do you think of them?” I ask, curious more than ever by her answer.
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