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"He can test himself. He should, he could have it and then everyone could die. It would be like the middle ages of Wizardry because he didn't test himself." He sat on the bed, staring at his hands as he bit his lip. Yes, logically Erica was right, but the thought was right there! And no matter what, he was unable to think about anything else. Just images of sickly sores peppered across faces, oozing and people dying.
How could he not think about it?
Taking a deep breath, he lifted his head up and swallowed. In past experiences, he knew that sometimes he just needed to think purposely about different things. Anything. Something.
"I think I like someone. She lives in Sonnier.....what if she gets it too?"
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