Gifted Touch

She touches your fingerprints. She knows your thoughts. Sometimes, when I touch things, words fill my head. Words that feel like thoughts -- thoughts that are inside of me . . . but not mine.I'm starting to wonder if there's a reason for all the voices that tangle together in my mind. And if I'm right, then it's not my

sanity I'm worried about -- it's my life. RAE MUST DIE.

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