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Cosima's Mood Shifted, and I Don't Know Her.
Sturges drew in a deep breath. She was, don't say it. 324B21. The number floated to the surface of her mind like a dead body in a lake. Her ID number coded right into her DNA. Every cell in her body marked her as patented intellectual property. But what other crazy clone would try to break Sturges' arm? Cosima's mouth was almost too dry to speak. Did she have a lot of curly blonde hair? No, red hair. Nose had been broken. I started to have suspicions, but I wasn't sure until she showed up. You're crazy. Is there some way to call them off? We're not all one big