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I become anything. From the moment I crack a book on a subject, my hands and mind know how to perform it. No shake to the scalpel in my hands; no missing the beat of the music; no relaxing of perfect military posture.
I become anyone. No longer Jarod, I am the person, experiencing his life, feeling her emotions, taking the actions he took. I have died; I have killed.
Only a few times have I resisted the Pretend, when I feared that I would harden in the shape of what I became. But I’m versatile. I’m Jarod. The Pretender.