So the first rule of pretending to be normal was “pretend you’re grateful for being saved” instead of being annoyed that some overly powerful idiot just blew up a machine you were hoping to reverse engineer.
The second rule probably went something like, “Don’t stuff your pockets full of burning debris.”
I narrowly managed to do the first and avoid the second.
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I couldn’t argue with her. Every injury that sent me to the emergency room before the age of ten happened while playing with Cassie — the broken arm, more than forty stitches worth of cuts, and the time she stapled my foot.
When push came to shove, I probably came out with less damage when we fought the Grey Giant than I did most times when we played together as kids.
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