Plaster walls and aluminum tables are bathed in an underwater luminescence, and music lingers vaguely in the air. I stare at glossy curls and pale skin that glow a curious blue from within, and I am moved to open my mouth to speak. She interrupts me mid-mumble and shakes her head in exasperation. “Stop wasting my time,” she hisses. “Speak up!”
Indeed.
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