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41 " Well, except for the women who kept trying to get in his pants. But that was too damn weird to be erotic. They were so cold about it. No preamble, no coy invitation, just sneak attacks to feel up his junk. He could be walking down a corridor on a way to a meal and out of nowhere a hand would be clamped on him. It was fucking embarrassing. He found himself pushing these women away and looking around wildly to see if anyone had observed the insane interaction. Of course no one ever seemed to notice, and Ron said the same thing was happening to him. At first Alan had thought it was kinda funny, but it had happened so much that now he was just in a perpetually wary state, keeping his distance from everyone and carrying stuff around awkwardly to keep his privates armored against invasion at all times. He was now very sorry for every bra strap he’d ever flicked as a twelve-year-old boy. For every unnecessary brush against a woman’s breast. For every time he’d stared at a woman’s shapely ass as she walked away. Was this how women felt when that happened? Like a piece of produce being squeezed to see if it was ripe enough? Jesus. "
― Jennifer Foehner Wells , Remanence (Confluence, #2)
42 " No. Just passing through. What’s a symbiont?” She knew damn well what a symbiont was but she wanted to hear what it would say. "
― Jennifer Foehner Wells , Symbiont Seeking Symbiont
43 " You may call us Feles. "
44 " Remove the terror of the unknown, give a thing meaning, call it home, and you can see all the grace inherent in it. "