"No, my mother's genetic code turned me to compressed carbon because of your freakout. Just calm down and things will be fine. It wears off, I go back to being a normal freak and all is fine just...calm the hell down. I will hit you if I have to."
Chris sat down at the edge of her bed.
"You don't cope well at all, do you? Let me clear somethings up for you: I don't really care what you did. I care more about what you DO now."
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