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Kyle scoots over enough to accommodate Kellen and save the book pile from launching onto the floor. He looks thoughtfully at the cover of the one he just closed for a second, wrapping an arm around himself for the newfound sleepycold feeling he's just now feeling from lack of blanket nest. "Haverhill, Massachusetts. Real long time ago, like... start of the 1900's. Not shrink wrap, just... like those tents for bubble people with no immune systems."

Kellen seems more confused than genuinely interested, so he carefully places the book back on the pile, chewing on a thumbnail. "Also said dogs don't have souls."