Oh, hey, Claire,โ she said, and blinked. โWhere are you going?โ โFuneral,โ Shane said. On-screen, a zombie shrieked and died gruesomely. โYeah? Cool! Whose?โ โHers.โ Shane said.
Rachel CaineMe neither,โ Shane put in. โHomie donโt play that.โ โI wonder, sometimes, if your generation speaks English at all,โ Amelie said.
Rachel CaineYou'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 see a therapist about that?" "I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead.
Rachel CaineNothing?Micheal!You're 'playing'!.IN PUBLIC? 'That's new?' Claire whisperd to shhane 'He hasn't played anywhere but our living room since-Teeth-in-neck mime 'You know Oliver' 'Oh.' micheal's face was turning pink.'just put it back,OK?It's no big deal! Eve kissed him.
Rachel CaineYouโre kind of a psycho. I get that.โ โI might be,โ Monica agreed, and gave her a slow, strange smile. โYouโre one smart little freak. Now run away, smart little freak, before I change my mind and stick you in one of these old suitcases for some architect to find a hundred years from now.โ Claire blinked. โArchaeologist.โ Monicaโs eyes turned winter cold. โOh, youโd better start running away now.
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