What if the differences between social strata stem not from genomics or inherent xcellence or even dollars, but merely differences in knowledge? Would this not mean the whole Pyramid is built on shifting sands?" I speculated such a suggestion could be seen as a serious deviancy. Melphi seemed delited. "Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' consciences; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding up the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Melphi relplied, "History suggests, not until they are made to.
I look down, worried something is showing after all, but if it wasn't for the incongruous absence of sensation on my left side, I wouldn't know. I look back up at her, taking a step closer because I kind of want to take a step back, and you can__ let that show. "What?"She tenses, even though I__ not even remotely close enough to, say, hit her. "I... I thought you were white."I snort, too relieved to take offense. "I'm adopted. Not my biggest problem at the moment."She smiles at me, looking a little relieved herself. "It just... it seemed a bit too... British, I guess." And it's then that I notice the slight twinge of her accent.__ am British. I was born here._ Her own skin is a light chocolate brown, light enough that it__ perfectly visible when she blushes. She looks so adorable that I almost resist, but not quite. __ou have anything against Britishness?_ I ask, coming to lean against the doorway on my good side, relieving the weight I have to put on the leg.__o!_ she assures me. __o, it___ Her hands flutter nervously in front of her, like she hopes to pluck the words out of the air. __ just worry. Some people are weird about it. About me. Especially with the tutoring.
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I look down, worried something is showing after all, but if it wasn't for the incongruous absence of sensation on my left side, I wouldn't know. I look back up at her, taking a step closer because I kind of want to take a step back, and you can__ let that show. "What?"She tenses, even though I__ not even remotely close enough to, say, hit her. "I... I thought you were white."I snort, too relieved to take offense. "I'm adopted. Not my biggest problem at the moment."She smiles at me, looking a little relieved herself. "It just... it seemed a bit too... British, I guess." And it's then that I notice the slight twinge of her accent.__ am British. I was born here._ Her own skin is a light chocolate brown, light enough that it__ perfectly visible when she blushes. She looks so adorable that I almost resist, but not quite. __ou have anything against Britishness?_ I ask, coming to lean against the doorway on my good side, relieving the weight I have to put on the leg.__o!_ she assures me. __o, it___ Her hands flutter nervously in front of her, like she hopes to pluck the words out of the air. __ just worry. Some people are weird about it. About me. Especially with the tutoring.
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