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current had passed through us.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, pulling his hand back immediately. However, he continued to reach for
the
microscope. I watched him, still staggered, as he examined the slide for an even shorter time than
I had.
"Prophase," he agreed, writing it neatly in the first space on our worksheet. He swiftly switched
out the
first slide for the second, and then glanced at it cursorily.
"Anaphase," he murmured, writing it down as he spoke.
I kept my voice indifferent. "May I?"
He smirked and pushed the microscope to me.
I looked through the eyepiece eagerly, only to be disappointed. Dang it, he was right.
"Slide three?" I held out my hand without looking at him.
He handed it to me; it seemed like he was being careful not to touch my skin again.
I took the most fleeting look I could manage.
"Interphase." I passed him the microscope before he could ask for it. He took a swift peek, and
then
wrote it down
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