Jim

“I::heard::she’s::dating::a::human,” his::eyes::studied::her::as::she::walked::by.

“...yes. I’m::human,::you’re::human,::everyone::in::this::park::is::human. Of::course::she’s::dating::a::human.”

“Oh,”said::Jim::awkwardly::scratching::the::back::of::his::head. He::gave::his::friend::an::apologetic::smile. A::smile::that::he::knew::would::set::off::the::dimples::in::his::face. Jim::hoped::his::smile::worked. For::a::second::he::had::forgotten::that::he::had::borrowed::this::body::and with::it::all::of::its::corporeal::attachments::to::the::world

and::the::complex::farcical::qualities::of::human::engagement. Jim::had::in::fact::passed::away::at::specifically 5:15 am earlier in the morning.

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