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The next day, Martin’s heart skipped throughout the day as he hoped his wife would be normal when he arrived home. He wasn’t hopeful when he found her sitting outside in the same chair with her head down. He let out a sigh of relief when she lifted it. She had her own face.
“You might not want to be too thankful,” She said, “I may look like your wife, but I ain’t your wife. It’s Raj. We solved the problems with our faces, but, well, as you can see, I’m her. And she’s me. She thought you’d take the news better if you heard it from her body, which I guess is going to be mine for the next couple days until we can take care of this all for good down at the lab...”