She would become defensive—what she did would be the thing that mattered. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. But all normal humans smelled wonderful to her, even dirty ones. They proved all sorts of things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work.
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