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"Tell me why," she mummerd into his ear, "why everywhere I go, I am looked at with utter confusion." He looked at her with fawned eyes, searching for the right words to string together. His mind was racing with intricate sentences, yet all he could manage was, "I don't know, darling. Perhaps you are far different from the rest. " She twirled her straggly hair round and round her long and bony fingertips. She was always different, and no one could encourage her to morph into a certain mold.