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"But my mommy says that I shouldn't play with you," the boy said.     "It's okay," it said.  "She would not have left you with me, if she had."     "I don't know," said the boy again.  "It kinda scares me."     "Don't be afraid," it said.  "I won't hurt you."     The boy reached out to touch it, and brought his hand back just before contact.     "What's wrong?" it asked.     The boy frowned.  "You promise it will be okay?"     A deep sigh issued from it.  "Yes, it will be just fine."     The boy reached out again, and touched it lightly, before finally grasping it firmly and stroking it hard.     Frightened again, the boy dr

I see her there, against the wall.  My dark one, my lifeblood.  She does not see me; I don't want her to.  Not yet, at least.     She stands alone, set apart and adrift in this sea of humans, swimming through the smoke that fills the room.  Loud music could be heard, punching from the massive speakers lined up on all sides.  Over them the babble of the people.  Through all the noise, however, I can hear her heart beating, pounding in her chest.     She is beautiful, long hair flowing gracefully across her face, though I can see a scar playing over her cheek.  I wonder what must have happened to cause it, then file it away, perhaps to pull