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I'm older than you are." She sounded like a teenager, but she couldn't help it. The thought that Josie had been observing her private moments with McCall made her want to hit somethingor someone. |
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"You might be older in years but not in brains." Josie sighed and floated down to sit on the foot of the bed. "Of course I wasn't watching you two. I'm your guardian. I just know these things. Don't ask me how. I just do." |
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Somewhat mollified, D.J. nodded. Then the angel's original statement returned to her mind. "You said I was blowing it. What am I blowing, Josie?" |
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"Your life, dear. I'm honestly starting to despair of ever teaching you a thing." |
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"Good. Despair away. It's been nice being haunted by you. Now go bug someone else." |
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Josie sighed and bit her lip. She looked heavenward, as if asking for patience, then returned her disgruntled gaze to D.J. "I'm not a ghost. I've explained what I am to you." |
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"You're dead and you're on earth. To me that spells G-H-O-S-T." |
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"I can spell as well as you can, dear. Try A-N-G-E-L. Ghosts are spirits of the dead. They haunt people and places, usually to right a wrong done to them during their life. They're caught between heaven and earth. I'm a guardian angel. I've been sent to a specific person. You. For a specific reason. I can't go anywhere until I teach you how to love." |
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"I can't love," D.J. shouted. "I don't believe in love. Maybe all I want is some nice, consenting adult sex. I keep hearing about it, and I want it. Why is every- |
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