The reptile was beginning to make her nervous. Tanya was
sure she had caught a surreptitious glance in her direction just out of her
peripheral vision, but when she looked over at the reptile, just a flick of her
eyes, its right-side eye was already swiveled forward again as if contemplating
the drink in front of him. That observation in itself shouldn’t have been odd;
she was used to odd looks. Everybody looked at her oddly, no matter what
they looked like, because she was by far the more peculiar with her
diminutive size and utterly false affectation of incompetence. She knew the
ruse served her well, but she was feeling edgy nonetheless, as if all was not
as it should have been.
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