Angela walked up to Hodgins, who was staring at something through his microscope, but he wasn‘t really paying attention.
“Ok, spill the beans.” she said.
“What?” Hodgins jumped.
“You’ve been looking confused all day. And you’ve been keeping to yourself. First thing that comes to mind is psychosis… but bạn already had that.” Hodgins frowned.
“Did bạn come here to insult me? Because that‘s what it feels like.”
Angela put her hand on her hip. “No, I came here to ask bạn what was wrong.”
“If I tell bạn what’s wrong you’ll go ballistic. And it should not come from me,...
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