Lew enjoyed wandering around, trying on different rigs, like every day was Hallowe'en, but he understood after a while that he didn't have to.
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Poor Lew! He loved to play dress up but ultimately found there was no need. Because he could hide among the sighted as surely as if he weren't there. Could he make the light around him shift? Could he side-step into another dimension, perhaps the one from which he came, the one in which he hadn't sinned so profusely that it ruined his life? Or was he just such a plain looking jerk that nobody gave him a second thought?
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