Clay sat back down and Gunner returned to Ellie’s side. “That said, the soul is like Velcro, and when you brush up against someone else, especially when there are no clothes to separate you, part of you clings to them and part of them clings to you. Soon you find yourself carrying pieces of souls that you don’t want and don’t want you. But you can’t help it. It’s like being handcuffed to a stranger on the subway and your stop never comes.” She pointed to her book. “In your hands you hold the story of who I was. Casey Girl. Now I’m trying to figure out who I am. And yet, when I close my eyes,
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