Chapter 25: Pandora's choice

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Sometimes when I meet someone I used to know, I wear for their sake the person I once was, I do this warily, as it seems to me that I must have grown since our paths last crossed, and that the old outfit would no longer suit me as it did. But no. It goes almost completely unnoticed.

Only through the eye slits, perhaps, could one tell that underneath it hides someone entirely different.

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