Transference

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The roofer rested the fluffy ball on his palms. “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.
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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