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Just... exploded. One second I was holding it, thinking about how Monday mornings were terrible even when you weren’t magically married to a demon, and the next second ceramic shards were flying everywhere and hot coffee was dripping down my shirt.
"What the hell?" I stared at my hands, which were completely unharmed despite just detonating pottery with my bare palms.
This was Tuesday morning, three days after the poison incident, three days of steadily increasing weird ...
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