[ Her voice is pained and a little savage, like a dog snapping to ward off an unwanted touch. She's still curled up on herself, head ducked down and her hand on top of it like she's expecting a blow. ]
You're not real. You can't be real and even if you are, you not– you're not him.
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[ Her voice is pained and a little savage, like a dog snapping to ward off an unwanted touch. She's still curled up on herself, head ducked down and her hand on top of it like she's expecting a blow. ]
You're not real. You can't be real and even if you are, you not– you're not him.