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"What've you done with my mum?" Alex chuckled to her mother, who was being surprisingly sweat. "What do you mean?" Her mother said, in an almost robotic voice, with little emotion nor concern as to why Alex was questioning. Alex knew something was wrong, unnatural, alien. But how was she sure? She knew she wasn't the only one who felt it when she spoke to her friends, Meg, sammy and dean.
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