Duped: Part 8

[mirror_alice]

Alice runs a hand along the wall, relishing the feel of the wallpaper under her hand. It's been so long, so very long, since she could feel anything but the cold, hungry, glass of the mirror. A century and more of being unable to smell, or taste or touch. Catching only what fragments of other people's lives passed close to that thrice damned

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[doyousmellfudge]

Well, crap, thinks Artie. He does his best not to let it show in his face. "Hey. Um, is Pete with you?"

[mirror_alice]

"No," Alice replies, anxious to get back to work. "I'm a bit busy, can I call you back?"

[doyousmellfudge]

"Yeah, no, sure, everything okay?"

[mirror_alice]

"It will be as soon as I can get back to work," Alice replies with a somewhat strained smile. Then she giggles faintly.

Nothing wrong here, Artie. She's just amused at your worrying ways and doesn't want to kill you in a bloody and violent manner, really!