Wild Thing
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to spend, and then complained about him being a mean “wagie” – which Harmon knew was street-speak for a wage-earner – the researcher realized Sara's sharp ears were picking up more than he wanted her to. They retreated inside once more, each already laden with several bags.'This one is nice, but why can't I wear my new hunting outfit?'Her uncle ground his teeth, and took a deep breath. 'I've already told you. You're not hunting now, for one thing, and you must try to blend in, so people don't... realize you are a hunter.'But she really wanted to wear her hunting outfit. It didn't mean she was going to hunt today. 'Can I just wear it till we catch the cab back home then?''NO!'She blinked, swaying back on her heels at the force of his shout. Several of the sales ladies in the store turned around and looked at them. She noticed her uncle's hands were clenched, and he was breathing hard through his nose, his lips pressed tight together.She saw his hands unclench, then he sighed and shook himself. Wriggled his fingers.'No. Go outside. Go outside and wait for me quietly.'She shivered, feeling kind of strange and fuzzy for a moment.'Do you hear me, Sara?'It wasn't fair! All the same, she thought she'd better do what he said. She turned and went outside. But real slow, taking her time to feel some of the clothes on her way out. She didn't know why he'd gotten so grumpy all of a sudden. It was like the longer they shopped, the grumpier he got.Outside, she turned and looked back through the front of the store. He's not even watching me! She stamped her foot. Go outside and wait quietly, she fumed. Still, at least she had some nice new clothes. She slid her hands over the slippery sheen of the clinging svelteene, enjoying the velvety feel of its nano-engineered microfibers, and had to smile despite her anger.A little distance away was a bench, with people sitting on it. A bus stop, she realized. A boy about her age sat between two women, one really old and one just ordinary-old. A man in a suit sat further along, and at the end closest to the bus sign sat two young people dressed just like dangerous-looking go-gangers from the trids. But if they were go-gangers, why were they catching a bus instead of zooming around on their electro-bikes and out-racing the metro police? The girl was sleek, her skin a smooth, healthy green. Her partner looked cool and sharp, and his skin was slightly silvered. They were the first painted people she'd seen in real life.They weren't really painted, of course.The first time she'd seen one on the trideo, she'd asked Keepie about it, thinking she'd look good with deep blue skin. But by the way he'd snapped that it was a “stupid and dangerous DNA modification,”
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
to spend, and then complained about him being a mean “wagie” – which Harmon knew was street-speak for a wage-earner – the researcher realized Sara's sharp ears were picking up more than he wanted her to. They retreated inside once more, each already laden with several bags.'This one is nice, but why can't I wear my new hunting outfit?'Her uncle ground his teeth, and took a deep breath. 'I've already told you. You're not hunting now, for one thing, and you must try to blend in, so people don't... realize you are a hunter.'But she really wanted to wear her hunting outfit. It didn't mean she was going to hunt today. 'Can I just wear it till we catch the cab back home then?''NO!'She blinked, swaying back on her heels at the force of his shout. Several of the sales ladies in the store turned around and looked at them. She noticed her uncle's hands were clenched, and he was breathing hard through his nose, his lips pressed tight together.She saw his hands unclench, then he sighed and shook himself. Wriggled his fingers.'No. Go outside. Go outside and wait for me quietly.'She shivered, feeling kind of strange and fuzzy for a moment.'Do you hear me, Sara?'It wasn't fair! All the same, she thought she'd better do what he said. She turned and went outside. But real slow, taking her time to feel some of the clothes on her way out. She didn't know why he'd gotten so grumpy all of a sudden. It was like the longer they shopped, the grumpier he got.Outside, she turned and looked back through the front of the store. He's not even watching me! She stamped her foot. Go outside and wait quietly, she fumed. Still, at least she had some nice new clothes. She slid her hands over the slippery sheen of the clinging svelteene, enjoying the velvety feel of its nano-engineered microfibers, and had to smile despite her anger.A little distance away was a bench, with people sitting on it. A bus stop, she realized. A boy about her age sat between two women, one really old and one just ordinary-old. A man in a suit sat further along, and at the end closest to the bus sign sat two young people dressed just like dangerous-looking go-gangers from the trids. But if they were go-gangers, why were they catching a bus instead of zooming around on their electro-bikes and out-racing the metro police? The girl was sleek, her skin a smooth, healthy green. Her partner looked cool and sharp, and his skin was slightly silvered. They were the first painted people she'd seen in real life.They weren't really painted, of course.The first time she'd seen one on the trideo, she'd asked Keepie about it, thinking she'd look good with deep blue skin. But by the way he'd snapped that it was a “stupid and dangerous DNA modification,”
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