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Fiction Foundry 10

"Kids, this is Mr. and Mrs. Carson...and their son Mike."

Had someone set out to produce the most anxiety-heightening situation possible, Mike doubted they could match the panic unleashed upon him by this normal social ritual, for it turned out that one of the people he was about to meet was his "angel" from the sermon.

"Nice to meet you." Mary said.  The words were normal enough.  What caught Mike off-guard was how they were paired with a quick slug to the shoulder. At the risk of looking weak in front of the pugilista, he resisted the urge to rub his deltoid.

Her brother's response was...decidedly different.  "Okay." he said as he stared off into the distance.

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