Some irony in the feeling it provokes. My Circles kept them in the Infirmary a few days — those are, mn. Among the more difficult. It asks time to adjust.

[ he isn't speaking of herian. the rasp of paper and packet, a cigarette muffles for the edge of his mouth. ]

What did she make you think of?

[ there's ever something. a memory, a face, some old injustice; the tranquil are often as mirrors. ]