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“What are you talking about? What demons?”
“I’m special,” he spat
“Well, which is it? Are you special or do you have your demons?”
“It’s both,” he told her, regret in his voice
“You listen to me, Jims You do not have demons You are not special”
“Thanks I think” His voice was louder He must’ve closed some of the distance between them “You’re special, too”
“And what makes me special?”
“You know Those of us who are chosen knoe’re chosen It’s not anything we’re supposed to discuss”
“Then by allelse to do”
He snickered “I always liked you, Heather You’re a cool gal You play by your own rules”
“Yeah and look where that got o did Toms leave?”
“You mean after he dropped the water?”
“Yeah”
“Not long Why?”
“You were talking out of your head Crazy shit”