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In some cultures, what I do is considered normal.
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Annaliese unfolded herself, only slightly awkward in her attempt to gracefully rise from the ground. She stretched, arching her back to work some of the stiffness out before ambling over to the rock and sitting next to Ray. “Yeah, dead people at a shindig is a total party foul. That’s why zombies are so unwelcome. They total bring down the atmosphere. Well, that and the fact that they carry the rage virus. But you know, they can’t help that part.”

Without missing a beat, she drew her knee up and rested her chin on it, wrapping her arms around her leg. “Before all this, I’ve been doing the school thing like everybody else. Got apps in to a bunch of colleges, got in to a few places, waiting on a few more. You know the drill. I volunteered at the ASPC during the summer. I helped out at a couple of homeless shelters. I looked into interning with some of the state representatives or senators. You know, to get the lay of the land. I’m thinking about majoring in like, sociology. Or maybe psychology and becoming, like, a family therapist. Environmental sciences sounds good too. Politics could be cool too but they say you can’t fight corruption without becoming corrupt yourself. And unfortunately, grassroots political activist isn’t exactly on my parents’ list of approved careers.”

"What about you?" She canted her head to the side and looked at Ray, then gasped. Her hand fluttered in the direction of his head. “Dude! What the hell happened to your ear? It’s all, like, manged and stuff!”
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