Nathaniel sat perfectly still in the chair across from Dr. Pym's desk. The man looked tired.
I hate this red-eyed freak, he was thinking, loud and clear, and Nathaniel did not bother to remind Pym that he was a telepath.
Perhaps I shall fill out a form about mutant harassment, Nathaniel thought, inwardly smirking at the thought. He shall have to
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