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She gets a puzzled expression on her face as she sees the bracelet. Yeah. It’s weird. I know. But not nearly as weird as having it melt without burning either of us.
Puzzlement shifts to panic, and she reaches for her neck.
“My necklace!”
In the dark last night, I didn’t really notice the one she had on. And she’s not wearing one now. Did the two get tangled together and have some kind of strange chemical reaction?
