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Ongoing, First published May 12, 2014
"I saw her, I saw her, I saw her, I saw her" I whispered over and over again as I walked up the stairs to my boyfriend's apartment. I tried to look as normal as possible, though people were giving me funny looks. Probably because I was as white as a ghost, hah funny - ghost. Be normal, I thought to myself. I quickly got into his apartment, shut, and locked the door. "I saw her." I repeated the whispering all over again to myself. "You saw who?" Jay wrapped me in his arms, stroking my hair. "Her." I repeated. I couldn't bring myself to say her name yet. "Hannah?" I nodded. I'm going crazy, I thought. She's been dead for two months.
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