"We're the same you and I," She whispered. Christian narrowed his eyes," I'm nothing like you." "Oh yeah?" She whipped her short auburn hair and quirked her eyebrows at him, "Why are we here Christian? Tell me." He was silent, focusing on anything else but her face. She didn't wait for his reply and answered her own question, as usual, her voice raising with her temper, "We're here because people left us behind," She laughed, "Like we're some sort of leftovers." "That's not true," He hissed, "Some people come back for leftovers." After he said that, Christian could tell she was looking, no, staring right at him with those golden feline eyes, "Some people, sure, but don't leftovers just rot and get thrown away?"
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