Friday, September 28, 2012


Luca was the one who started it, trying to explain to our hosts how he managed to fix a complicated, thoroughly damaged, machine in five minutes. “I have kind of a knack for things like these,” he said.
 None of us commented on his word choice, not until the next night, where we dragged ourselves into our room, battered and exhausted from a long fight with some aggressive, well-armed creature. Lexie looked around at all of us bleeding from various wounds, then down at her ripped clothing and undamaged skin before deadpanning, “I have kind of a knack for indestructibility.”

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