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Peris sighed. He wasnтАЩt looking at her hand, or into her eyes. Not into her squinty, narrow-set,
indifferently brown eyes. Nobody eyes. тАЬYeah,тАЭ he said. тАЬBut, I meanтАФcouldnтАЩt you have waited,
Squint?тАЭ

Her ugly nickname sounded strange coming from a pretty. Of course, it would be even weirder to call
him Nose, as she used to about a hundred times a day. She swallowed. тАЬWhy didnтАЩt you write me?тАЭ

тАЬI tried. But it just felt bogus. IтАЩm so different now.тАЭ

тАЬBut weтАЩreтАжтАЭ She pointed at her scar.

тАЬTake a look, Tally.тАЭ He held out his own hand.

The skin of his palm was smooth and unblemished. It was a hand that said:I donтАЩt have to work very
hard, and IтАЩm too clever to have accidents.

The scar that they had made together was gone.

тАЬThey took it away.тАЭ

тАЬOf course they did, Squint. All my skinтАЩs new.тАЭ

Tally blinked. She hadnтАЩt thought of that.

He shook his head. тАЬYouтАЩre such a kid still.тАЭ

тАЬElevator requested,тАЭ said the elevator. тАЬUp or down?тАЭ

Tally jumped at the machine voice.

тАЬHold, please,тАЭ Peris said calmly.

Tally swallowed and closed her hand into a fist. тАЬBut they didnтАЩt change your blood. We shared that, no
matter what.тАЭ
 Peris finally looked directly at her face, not flinching as she had feared he would. He smiled beautifully.
тАЬNo, they didnтАЩt. New skin, big deal. And in three months we can laugh about this. UnlessтАжтАЭ

тАЬUnless what?тАЭ She looked up into his big brown eyes, so full of concern.

тАЬJust promise me that you wonтАЩt do any more stupid tricks,тАЭ Peris said. тАЬLike coming here. Something
thatтАЩll get you into trouble. I want to see you pretty.тАЭ

тАЬOf course.тАЭ

тАЬSo promise me.тАЭ

Peris was only three months older than Tally, but, dropping her eyes to the floor, she felt like a littlie
again. тАЬAll right, I promise. Nothing stupid. And they wonтАЩt catch me tonight, either.тАЭ