I didn’t bring you here,” he said. “You think you’re Miss Special Destiny of the year?””No,” I shot back, furious. “And I don’t damn well want to be – whatever the hell you are. But...
You’re dead,” I repeated. “So why are you in my dream?”He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. ” Good question. Morbid, isn’t it?””What?””Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever...
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