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    Lisa and I were experiencing similar symptoms, and the mere thought of this sent chills up my arms and down my spine. I felt so relieved knowing I was not alone.
    “ So you can hear people's thoughts as well. That's interesting. Can you create ice from your bare hands? ” I asked.
    “ Can you do that? ”
    I wasn’t sure whether to disclose this huge secret I’d kept for a few hours but then I wasn’t good at keeping secrets. The urge to share my new life wouldn't let me hold onto this secret any longer.
    “ Yeah, I can, ” I admitted.
    "Oh wow, impressive. Strangely, I noticed of recent that fire emerges from my bare hands – but this information is only for your head ,” she said.
    We both laughed at her figure of speech. Though her beauty captivated me, her sense of humor intrigued beyond recognition.
    “ Do you need any help with the Mechanics assignment? ” I asked.
    “ No, thank you. I’ve got it covered, ” she replied
    Shortly, we rounded up our internal discussion. The bad thing about the conversation was it strained my brain cells – and probably hers – leaving me mentally fatigued as though I'd been doing a calculus assignment for days. I'd always thought it was only lovemaking that made one so weak. Mentally, that is. I was so weak after our internal conversation that I ended up sleeping over my MacBook.
    I woke up feeling so frail. All I could hear was the growling in my stomach. I motioned straight to the kitchen and prepared rice with barbeque sauce, coleslaw and two pieces of chicken. Just the taste of the rice and barbeque sauce would conquer the hunger. However, the strangest thing occurred as my tongue touched the hot, soft feeling of the rice: it had no taste. It felt like my taste buds were malfunctioning.
    I nodded in skepticism over whether it was another strange symptom or if I'd lost my appetite. I quickly ran to Stacey’s room and knocked on her door. She was on the phone with Susan; the enthusiasm in her voice showed she was having a pleasant conversation.
    She got off the phone and said, “Come in.”
    “Guess what just happened?” I quizzed.
    She grinned.
    “I'm not good at guessing, but … No, I don't have any clue.”
    “Don't get all excited. It's not a good thing,” I said.
    Her lips straightened from the initial smile she wore upon my entering her room.
    “What's the problem?” she said.
    “Please, come taste my dinner,”
    She smiled. “Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you. Though, some men cook really well.”
    “What?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
    “Even my father cooks very well.”
    “I mean seriously, what?” I asked. “Just come along and see for yourself.”
    We went to the kitchen and she took a full tablespoon of the rice, swallowed it and smiled – which was definitely a bad sign.
    “It’s delicious,” she commented and then took a second spoon to conclude her experiment. “Not bad. I guess it’s in the genes”
    I had to taste the rice again, thinking it was my appetite that made it tasteless earlier on. Again, I glowered as I swallowed the spoon of rice. There was no change; it was still tasteless to me.
    “You know what? You can eat it if you want. I've lost my appetite,” I grumbled.
    “Aw, what's the problem?” she asked.
    “Nothing, I'll probably eat something later.”
    I was hesitant to share with Stacey what was going on with me but I felt she needed to know. Furthermore, as a housemate she was bound to find out sooner or later. After she finished dinner in her room, she came downstairs and sat down on the white couch in the living room. I moved from where I was seated and sat with her on the couch.
    I couldn't look right into her eyes, so I settled for the flat screen ahead.
    “Stacey, something’s wrong with me," I said.
    “Is this about the food?” she asked, leaning toward me in a sympathetic manner.
    I wished I could tell her otherwise but I couldn’t. The sooner I told her, the better.
    “Yeah, it has