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"Whew!" Sam dramatically wiped his brow. "Good to know that you're not going to end up dying at the hands of an angry mob, Jay." He laughed a little, flashing his Crest whitestrips tooth glimmer smile. Sam was good at poking people, and poking holes. It was just what he did, because overall he found all types of people to be fascinating.

"You just need to relax. I'm not going to be your enemy here," he said, leaning back in his seat. "And, you know, if you ever want to get out of that shithole apartment and conduct your research in a more appropriate setting, I may have some free space down in my lab."

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