Tense relief
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Jason brushed himself off, cheeks flushed. He managed a nervous laugh, though the tension lingered. Ben clapped him on the shoulder. “Relax, it’s just a possum,” he said lightly.
But as the echo of laughter faded, the lingering feeling didn’t leave. It was an instinct neither could shake, whispering that something else was up.
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