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The intern stayed put, still looking between us like she expected us to reveal it had been an optical illusion all along. “It’s uncanny,” she said. “Not really. It’s genetics,” I said.
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He wagged his tail in confusion, but licked at my hands. I gave him a pat on the head. “Make sure she doesn't die. She’s technically my employee and I don’t feel like getting blamed for it. I’ll come after you with my best lawyers if something happens to her.”
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