I placed my hand against the window, half expecting it to fall through. You know, the way ghosts do in movies? I guess the movies weren’t all that true though, because to me the window seemed solid. I couldn’t feel the heat of the sun on the glass, but I could feel the way it stopped my hand. Slowly, she brought her hand up as well, placing it on the opposite side of mine before suddenly withdrawing it as if I had shot pain through her. “Dear God,” she muttered beneath her breath. I couldn’t hear it, but I could [...]
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