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When Cameron took a step closer and steadied his chin, Maxton squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. It'd be easier just to go scrub at his face with some soap. What if something went wrong and Cameron accidentally sprouted permanent giant hairy warts all over his face instead?
Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh...
He flinched ever so slightly when Cameron spoke the incantation and then peeked cautiously through one eye. He lifted one hand and had a feel. His face still felt normal. It definitely still felt okay. And sniff. The stench had gone. Well, almost anyway.
"Mate, you're a genius," a grin slowly crept across Maxton's lips. "I still look like me, right?" He just had to check.
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