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Mid afternoon, a New York City bus.
The old man stared at Jessica. Innocently. Gathering information.
But this began to irritate her. "What's your problem?"
"Sorry. You look just like my granddaughter."
"Oh. Well stop looking at me, it's creeping me out."
"I can't help it. She would have been thirty two if she was still alive."
On a whim, she said "my mother is a psychic. She could help you talk to her again."
"No thanks. My granddaughter was evil. I don't have anything nice to say to her."
"Well, what would you say?"
"You got what you deserved."

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    D.M. over 6 years ago

    Curious what the psychic would say... Good start. Welcome.

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