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... gainst my raw skin. I adjusted the tie, studying my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Three hours of hauling junk had left its mark - faint scratches across my forearms, a bruise darkening on my shoulder. Nothing that would raise alarms, but enough to notice.
At least the shirt covers most of it.
The walk to school gave me time to catalog the differences in my body. Each step felt lighter than yesterday, muscles adapting faster than they should. Normal humans didn't recover this ...
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