Flash Fiction: Good Business “We're finished, Madame. How do you feel?” The sound of knuckles popping echoed through the dilapidated ballroom. The silver chamber set up in the center hissed loudly as it opened. “I feel.... ah...” A woman breathed deeply, then sighed happily. “I feel fantastic.” Slowly she stepped from the blinding lights inside the chamber, dressed in a black smock. “Would you like to see your new body?” A tall man in a grey uniform stepped forward, motioning towards one of the few mirrored walls that hadn't been smashed. “Most of our clients don't care, but I knew you'd l
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