consciousness/training/amygdala_stories/stories/deviant.txt

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The wedding was out in the country and she had worn the black lace dress and the heavy eyeliner anyway. Everyone else was in pastels. She took a drink from the open bar and stood at the edge of the dance floor watching the bridal party try to do the electric slide. She was not being rude. She had congratulated the bride warmly. She had put a card in the card box. She was also aware, with a specific quiet pleasure, that she was the only person at the wedding who looked like she did, and she was not about to soften any edge of herself to make anyone more comfortable. A cousin of the groom came over to compliment her boots. She was having a fine time.