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Color by George Peterson.

Freefall in color by many folks.


Gregor: That was an unexpected interaction between you and your friend.
Florence: What did you think would happen?
Gregor: A comment. A sign. Some sort of recognition that you are a wolf.
Florence: She knows me. I'm not a wolf to her. I'm just Florence.
Gregor: (thinking): A flaw has been exposed in my thinking. Of all the futures I had envisioned between her and my son, I never pictured one that might be considered normal.