The dead lady watches the live girl get her heart
broken. Tears slide down the girl's
cheeks as she texts angrily on her phone. The dead lady would brush the tears
away if she could, but all she can do is watch.
She knows this isn't the end of the girl's world, although
it probably feels that way to the girl.
She wishes she could communicate it to the girl, but the girl is a psychic
dullard.
The dead lady would tell her there are better things to
come.
But all the dead lady can do is watch and empathize.
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