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“Please!” Her voice broke as she fell back. She was only down for a moment when she jumped up again, backing up as fast as possible. While being a bit of a klutz, she was quick on her feet.

    “Please don’t hurt me.” Her hair flew around as she looked back for a moment before looking forward at the person. Her wings, which were usually tucked under a hoodie now that she was on Earth, were open. However, she was scared, and when she got scared her wings froze. She could barely move them, let alone fly away. Her hair was a mess, and her ears weren’t hidden at all.

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"You need me to get that for you?"

"There's no way you're gonna be able to reach that."

"How much do you even weigh?"

"If we stacked like, three of you, then you'd be a normal height."

"Are you still growing?"

"Do you think your/our kids will get your height?"

"You're the shortest person in the room."

“And I un-understand that… I-I really do.”      He adjusts himself in his seat once again to sit forward and rest his elbows on his lap, locking his fingers together before him, “You ever th-thought that you might not be a-alone, though? That there are o-others like you, but th-they are doing the s-same thing as you every day? Hiding and bur-burrowing away what m-might be the harm of others or th-themselves?” They hold a gaze for what seemed ages before he looked out the window again, “Neighbors? St-strangers?”      Cliff rose back to his feat and trailed to the window, “If you take a moment and consider wh-whats around you with a f-fearless eye, you may see it… come look,” and he gestures for her to join him.

He nods, not agreeing with what she has to say about him, but what she says about herself, “What p-people don’t know wont h-hurt them. What people lo-lock away within th-them will with time.”

The silence comes again. Although he seems attentive and focused on her, His mind occupied with anothers words. A sigh escapes him and he looks to the window, a thought of his own cropping into his mind, “I am telling y-you all of this because I want y-you to know that this is a s-safe place.” He gestures to his office,  and then to the window, “You can look out onto the world the w-way y-you are, and no one will pass j-judgem-ment… Out there, is ab-abnormal, and in here, e-everything is as y-you make it.”

“Some don’t, thats just what I-I’ve come to find works for m-myself.” He nods, glad he got her attention but remaining humble and continues to encourage conversation, “I-I do and th-they do. I’m aware m-my behaviors are obvious and can draw at-attention. So it is nice to have that bubble where it can be seen as n-normal…”      Cliff reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, “On the days i’m more comfortable I-I-I do it with this. Sometimes I put my earbuds in or hold it t-to my ear, let it s-seem i’m on the phone… I started doing this in college on pay phones. On occasion, I like to think when p-people are on the phone they are doing the same th-thing as m-me”

“You see, anything can be made normal while still being the way you are. You just have to make it work for you.”

For a moment she frowned, lost in a thought. Shortly after she pulled herself out of it, blinking and focusing back on him. “Oh, w-well.” She cleared her throat, collecting her thoughts. “You don’t seem that abnormal to me, though a lot of things aren’t abnormal to me. I’ve lived a pretty abnormal life.”      She frowns again but is sincere when she talks. “It’s nice that you seem to be working it out, though.” She never did, she ran away from being abnormal to a place where she could never be herself, where she is less normal. As long as people never find out, however, she’ll be fine.