[ Radiation and mutants. If not for the solidity of her skin underneath his hand, Roy would've thought that this is something from one of the films that are being made in Los Angeles; something unreal and created through one man cutting up pieces of film and messing around with them in a darkroom. (Or something similar to that. Despite working in the film industry, Roy doesn't know how films are made exactly.)
But there's something striking about her story too. I thought everyone could do it, she says, and it's almost like his own voice. I thought everyone likes stories too. It's not the same, completely different, but maybe the two of them are drawn to each other- maybe the reason why she's here- it just comes down to plain loneliness.
He lets her hair run through his fingers again. ]
How did you figure out the difference between the questions asked aloud and those asked inside people's heads?
<small[ Maybe that's selfish too. Hadn't Roy taken some time before he realised that there's a difference - a huge one - between the stories he reads with his eyes and the stories people tell with his ears. ]
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But there's something striking about her story too. I thought everyone could do it, she says, and it's almost like his own voice. I thought everyone likes stories too. It's not the same, completely different, but maybe the two of them are drawn to each other- maybe the reason why she's here- it just comes down to plain loneliness.
He lets her hair run through his fingers again. ]
How did you figure out the difference between the questions asked aloud and those asked inside people's heads?
<small[ Maybe that's selfish too. Hadn't Roy taken some time before he realised that there's a difference - a huge one - between the stories he reads with his eyes and the stories people tell with his ears. ]