Beyond the fear she experienced as she willing stepped into the teleporter, there was no time to register how she actually felt--physically, emotionally, or spiritually--at the instant her atoms disassembled.
The fact that when he looked in the mirror, he still wasn't the spitting image of Ric Ocasek, despite all of the brushing and blow drying--and the skinny tie--was the source of many crestfallen mornings.
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