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with happiness. And you felt it, didn't you? The joy, the love, the promise of the life that could be yours if you'd let yourself believe." |
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Josie had hit too close to the truth, and D.J. was scared. And when she was scared sarcasm soon followed. She tried to sit up on the table but found she couldn't. In this world, a place half dream and half reality, she might have control of her mouth, but control of her body rested elsewhere. She settled for using her mouth to the best of her ability. "Who do you think you are, messing with my mind?" D.J. shouted. "Just stay out of my head." |
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The angel merely blinked and stared at her. "Why would I want to do such a thing, dear? It's your head that's messed up. The rest of you would work just fine if you'd only quit listening to your brain and start listening to your heart." |
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Fury, hot and blinding, shot thorough D.J. She opened her mouth to retort, but found she could no longer speak. The fear returned. |
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"That's all right," Josie soothed. "You don't need to be afraid. I'm right here, and Christian's on the other side, waiting for you. The drug is wearing off now. We'll talk when you feel better. I need to go have a few words with Raphael. But in the meantime, I want you to feel something. Remember the feeling, D.J. You could experience this every day of your life." |
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As the soft, fluffy blackness closed in around D.J. once more, the angel floated down until she hovered right above the table upon which D.J. lay. Reaching out an elegant, pink-tipped finger, Josie traced a path across D.J.'s forehead. |
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