Catharsis
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"Hey dude, can I possess your body a quick minute?" There was a brief silence as Chris thought of his answer. The demon was still there, but he did miss his best friend so.
"Why would you want my body?"
"Just to say hi to the guys, that's all."
"You won't do anything stupid, will you?"
"Nope."
Chris tool a deep breath, closing his eyes. He reopened them and nodded. "Deal! Do what you need."
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