The woman's eyes suddenly shifted, met Henry's own. 'Yeah,' he said. She turned and staredat him. 'You sure you're okay?' Nothing.
'There is no infection here. ” She touched his hand lightly. Henry was the one he wanted, and not this pimply, startled version of him, either. 'If it gets hold of me .
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