TailTales
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- Parts 4
'Nice to meet me? When was it ever nice to meet me?' He thought to himself.
"What's wrong?" You asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Don't you know who or... what I am?" he asked, looking down at the ball he was holding, refusing to make eye contact.
"No, and don't tell me you're a 'monster', cause what i see is that you're a perfectly normal looking human being."
"But, that's what i am; a monster..." He said, with such sadness in his face.
"I don't care what THEY said. I will judge you for MYSELF."