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It cleared its throat again and said in a creaky voice, “I have hypermetabolism.” The Jaspers and Johanssons, polite smiles painted over their strained faces, waited for more, but when an elaboration failed to come, Carol asked what that term meant. Her husband mumbled an excuse and fled from the table. Virgil, who had not witnessed the splatter, assumed the man didn’t understand the meaning of “hypermetabolism” and had run to the restroom to look it up on his phone. “It’s common with cancers,” Lindsay reassured her, preparing a plate and setting down in front of the disease. “I see,” Carol said with feigned satisfaction. “Lindsay, do you—” Molly started, then checked herself, “—is it okay if I speak to you and not the cancer?” “Sure,” Lindsay shrugged. “I didn’t know if it would be offended if it wasn’t the center of attention,” she said, sounding offended herself. “It’s fine.” “I saw that video you posted yesterday. I thought it was inspir—” The cancer cleared its throat. Lindsay looked embarrassed. “Sorry, it doesn’t understand social media. Maybe we should just talk about something we can all relate to?” “Like what?” Aaron said. He was wearing a black leather driving glove now (the steel wool had done nothing but manufacture screams) and had become rather sulky over the course of dinner, brooding about his hand and Lindsay.

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The Paragon Journal - Issue Ten  

The Paragon Journal is an online literary journal that specializes in helping younger authors find their way in the literary world.

The Paragon Journal - Issue Ten  

The Paragon Journal is an online literary journal that specializes in helping younger authors find their way in the literary world.

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