Hank stared off at the weeping cement wall of their underground room; under the glare of the bare bulb, it reminded him of sweaty skin. Why didn't he ever think about stuff like that? He always assumed people were as plain and straight as he was. Why did everyone else have these dark folds, these wrinkles and kinks to them?
-Pagan Kennedy
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