my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

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“I asked what you thought of the progress being made now that labor’s been reorganized,” the new president answered, surveying the magnetic rail stretching from Ba Sing Se into the horizon, and Republic City in the next couple months.

      Asami takes this moment to pause her work,
        mulling over the question. Things were certainly
        changing—- fast. “Oh! Well, I’m glad things are
        getting done and advancing, but I suppose I’m a
        a little biased in that regard,” she laughs.