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“Bram knocked, and Chas opened the door, her music growing louder. She had strips of tinfoil in her hair and a cigarette dangling from her lips–which she immediately hid behind her back when she saw Bram.
�� "Hiiii!"
�� Both of Bram's brows flitted upward. "Hi." He looked at the foil. "I'm not even gonna ask."
�� "Martians are trying to control my thoughts, stupid." She noticed me then and smiled. "Hi, Nora! Ooh…" Her eyes fell to the weapon. "Shiny."
�� "Nora needs some more appropriate clothes if she's to use the shiny," Bram said.
�� Chas clapped her hands together. "Makeover!"
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