And another odd thing is that at least a fourth of the Arver, North Dakota population is just like that. 

Fake.

Robotic individuals with a sheet of flesh.

However.

There are people in Arver, North Dakota that seem normal. Clairvy is normal enough. The librarian is normal, the baker, my next-door neighbor, my acquaintances, Karen and Ellen, the annoying kid who boasts about getting a Harvard degree but lives in his parents' basement, the old man that owns the Chinese restaurant (i mean i can't understand him but i think he's normal), and surprisingly a good amount of people, but... there are still a good amount of odd people.

Clairvy thinks that this entire town is odd, but I cut it some slack and give a couple people a break.

Another thing about this town is that there are more and more things that pop up that are odd. But not the kind of odd that the people are, it's the kind of odd that #%$&%*)%$*@*(#

"Adelaide, what're you doing?" Clairvy asked me, leaning over my head and grasping my shoulders to keep himself steady. I waved his dark hair out of my face. 

"You ought to get a haircut. It annoys me." I answered bluntly.

"What doesn't annoy you, Addie?"

"Don't call me that."

He laughed. It was a young and blissful laugh, soothing. His laughter didn't fit his voice and appearance, but it wasn't something that people would think would be weird. I said it anyway.

"Stop, your laugh annoys me."

He persisted, knowing I wasn't in a good mood, "Aw, is my 'lil Addie cranky?"

I swiveled around, Clairvy lost his balance on my shoulders and he twisted, I briefly saw the flash of panic on his face as he fell. It was an incredibly short distance to fall, but he was a scaredy-cat. He landed half on my lap, half on the table, the unfortunate collision with his head and the table caused me to wince. 

"Ouch, are you okay?" I asked with a trance of sympathy in my voice, my annoyed mood fading slightly.