The mutation DiPhillipo had discovered was fascinating enough to hold Shane’s headache at bay.  “Huh,” he said again, gazing at the grainy image on the monitor.    The abstract-looking pastels blurred and refocused as DiPhillipo adjusted the microscope stage.  His head assistant returned his attention to the monitor. “Here as well.”   “Huh,” Shane repeated
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“But you two might want to consider temporary living arrangements,” Dr. Frasier suggested. The pigheaded doctor’s statement shocked Shane back to reality.  His thoughts had strayed due to one of Harris’ thoughts:  “But she’ll never have with Daniel what Jake has with Shane.”    She approved of how he was raising Jake and wished the
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Shane felt like he was trapped in a virtual reality simulator from hell.  He simultaneously floated in the cold security of his alien side, heard Frasier’s babbling, and felt Gibson’s hands shaking Harris.  It’s the bloody bracelets! she thought as she tried again to claw hers off.  It hurt like a sonofabitch, and her continued
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The ringing of the damned videophone on the far wall of the bedroom helped Shane pry his eyes open.  He felt like complete and utter crap.  He hadn’t felt this bad since the party when he and Harris had gotten drunk and banged each other senseless.  Shane grinned from the memory despite his throbbing head
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