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There! shouted Cullen. I'm fifteen years old. The scrawny figure turned toward them. Objects do translate--I've seen it.

The dragonfly lurched downward, threatened to tip over on its nose, then leveled againand began a slow, juddering spiral toward the forest floor. But when you got up closeto it, things were different. He had been on his way tovisit me. _Verdad_, weenit? The boy took a step closer, but slow, like he hardly even knew he wasdoing it himself.