It's enough that I look around again, feeling pretty fucking creeped out, but there's no one. Just him and me, and in the distance, a group of teenagers I recognize.
"There's nobody," I say, walking toward him, thinking about that day months ago, in front of those desert mines.
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Date: 2012-09-07 04:42 am (UTC)"There's nobody," I say, walking toward him, thinking about that day months ago, in front of those desert mines.
"You're still seein' stuff?"