“Welcome to AA,” the convenor says. “Please, share.”
I suck in a breath, shut my eyes, and shrug off my coat. Air teases my insectile left arm, folded against me like a mantis. I wait for gasps that don’t come. I open my eyes, expecting looks of horror, but everyone is smiling.
A woman across from me removes her sunglasses, blinking her amphibian third eyelids. Another woman pulls off her mittens and stretches her claws. A man doffs his hat and unfurls his antennae.
For the first time, I'm not alone.
The convenor nods. “You’re safe here at Anthropomorphs Anonymous.”
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