Chapter 22

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"Hi my dear Marionette. How are you doing Cara mia?"

"I'm doing just fine. I never really thought that this limp body can be a strong vessel to resurrect me, I mean, no other can keep me more than a day."

"Fantastic isn't she?"

"Amazing I must say."

Yeah. I'm listening to this man and whoever this tramp of a woman are talking about, and unfortunately, it's about me. What's with the vessel shit anyway?! I can clearly remember that I have a body of a human, and not a freaking bottle! And I certainly know that this voice is not mine.. Have I gone mad?! Naive if naive, but.. what the fuck did I got myself into anyway?

"Jane's chasing her ass. Jeff made a mistake..again."

"Oh! I can't blame the poor soul! She's beautiful."

The hell?! It's almost time for my next period and this reunion shit is going to make me late! And why should--

"OUCH! "    

"OUCH!"   We said simultaneously. 

"Mari, are you alright?"

"hmm-mm.. Yes, I am.. It seems like my time is over, but this won't be the last. Let's meet up again someday."

They leaned in as if to kiss.

KISS?! 

"STOOOP!!"

They stopped mid air then the man face palmed.

"Sometimes I also forgot that you're still borrowing her body, you two look so alike." She then giggled.

"So long then, Jack."

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