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“Mumps." 

 Shelley paused in the combing of her platinum fringe and looked at Donna in the reflection of the mirror. 

 “Yes?” 

 Never in recent memory had Donna dreaded an action quite as much as she dreaded this one. She sat down on the bed closest to Shelley, fidgeting with her curly hair and forcefully maintaining a complete lack of eye contact with the other witch. 

 “I have to talk to you.” 

 Shelley raised her eyebrows. “You what?” 

 “I have to talk to you,” Donna repeated forcibly. 

 Frowning, the blonde turned in her chair to face Donna. “Seriously?” 

 “Yes, I know, it’s bizarre for me, too,” said Donna, rolling her eyes.