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e a smooth-skinned human male of youthful
appearance. I had learned to tell their years, and Lar
was twenty Terran years, though he appeared fifteen,
downright boyish. His muscles were also that of a human
adolescent, small bulges in his arms, chest and legs.
No nipples adorned his chest, and he looked like a blue
rendition of a human statue. But Lar was NOT human. I
had learned today not to take that resemble to much to
heart. "Greetings, Norton." Lar chirped at me.
"Greetings, Lar." I responded. We used "greetings"
to say hello because it was quite similar to a Lati word
that meant about the same thing.
"I would like to." Lar grinned, and I sighed as I
pondered the exact meaning of "gre tin" in their
language. Alien languages have no real connection to
human tongues, and for a linguist like myself, it is a
long struggle to piece together their language and
compare it to our own. My life's work would result in
a single book, a Lati-to-Terran dictionary.
I gestured to Lar with his grin (which means, thank
God, the same thing to Lati as it does to us, humor) to
sit down and he did, his groin flap (a solitary
rectangle of cloth on his middle that wrapped around to
their back) hung wide open, and I fra
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