“Is that thing real?” Hayashi asked, looking up at the thirty-meter Kanzeon statue. “It looks like plastic. She had tried medication in the beginning because Marcus had begged her to. “Never mind,” she said.
”“What are you?”“Indian. ” He left and closed the door quietly behind him. And one less finger. The way she avoided meeting my gaze made my skin crawl a little.
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