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I won’t live like that

Like a fucking rab a bite of cheese before running back inside

So I pull on a t-shirt and jeans, then grabon the harness I slip my jacket on over that

A second glance willattention that the hand sticking out of this sleeve isn’t real But luckily, most people don’t look that hard

I don’t wear the prosthesis often, but the barrage of curious glances and stares I get when I walk around without it wear on round noise, so I hardly even notice consciously anymore

But right now, I’ like frayed wires Having to ignore a bunch of stares is just one ht now

When I step out onto the front stoop, I autolimpse of any of the men, so I take the bus three stops to the little reat, but the prices are good, and that matters to me more than how many different kinds of rice they have

Grabbing a sly nice to be doing so and mundane after the pure insanity of the last few days, and I takeout a small array of items

I’ a jar of pasta sauce intothe other way down the aisle

“Oh, sor—”

I look up and stop

It’s Ryland

My heart thumps in my chest, but I school my features into a neutral expression and step around hiaze over the iteoddamn idea who he is

Just as I expected,bit He just falls into step besidemassive beside mine as we make our way down the cramped aisle

“Are you here to givemy voice as carefully bland as my expression