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From Chapter 8 of Ghost Girl:
It was cold outside, but I couldn't really feel it, not in my bones. It was like the memory of cold instead of the real thing. I let out a puff of breath, looking to left and right. There she was, huddling against a skinny tree at the edge of the parking lot. Just past her everything got foggy, like we were on the edge of a storm. Or that was how far this place had been imagined, and no farther.
I got to her as quick as I could, before she could disappear beyond that barrier, into the clouds.
"Hey. You okay?"
She twitched like a scared animal, big-eyed. She reminded me of Megan, actually. Not in looks—she had short, pixie-cut black hair—but in expression.
"Why am I here?" she asked, soft.
"I don't know," I said honestly. "Did you used to come to Starbucks a lot when you were alive?"
Her mouth opened and closed, exactly like a fish. "Alive?"
Crap. Oh, don't tell me she doesn't know she's dead. Don't tell me I have to tell her that.
No, you idiot, you just did.