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"Scary?" Harley wondered, momentarily driven from distraction.
"Yeah. You know how I see shapes and colors when it happens to me? Well, Emily says she sees her own body. As if she's outside of it. As if she's dead."
Harley considered. "I thought you said she's never --"
"She hasn't. That's just on the way."
"Scary indeed."
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