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Transference

The roofer rested the fluffy bal on his palms and held it between them. “Put on gloves, too. I don’t want you touching this,” Marco pressed. Ben didn’t know what he was dealing with, so he simply obliged without questioning Marco’s expertise. The gloves were on, and Marco now transferred the strange thing onto Ben’s hands. It was light, much lighter than expected, and felt slightly spongy.
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