BC Vingt-duex

   November 12th, three months earlier.     

       "Boys or Girls?"

         The two looked at each other. The gaze was gaunt but not gullible. Dreg had no exceptions but wasn't sure whether or not Paul did. He wouldn't guess for him. Why would he? They were supposed to think independently. But at that time in the moment, one must lean on the other. The knowledge of one is supposed to foster the breath of the other. None of then knew whose would foster whose. Dreg tried quite hardly to make meaning of the look on Paul's, but to no avail. Probably his instinct hadn't been trained perfectly. He wouldn't force himself to making meaning of everything he considered as shits.

        They were seated independently. Like in pairs. That's how they always would and had been. Dar just got some trai

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