Could make people pleasant

“I don't use mind control! I'm a shaker!”

“Maybe you aren't in control of it, but that just makes it worse,” I said. I hesitated. “How can you even know if anybody likes you for themselves? You make people feel good every time they see you...isn't that what love is?”

I could have been a lot more vicious about it, but her face drained of color anyway. Despite all her bravado, deep down she had to wonder. Friends she'd had before she'd gotten her powers three years ago would be all the more precious, because she'd never be able to trust anyone, any boyfriend, any female friend without always wondering if they'd still love her without her powers.

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Clay