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- “Hi, there,” she said. Her words were washed away under the torrent of clicking ivory. She tried again and it came out louder than she’d intended. One of the guards walking above her, a rail-thin woman, glanced down for a moment before continuing south along the Wall.
- The exes didn’t react to the sound at all. Their heads never moved in her direction. Their grasping hands didn’t reach for her.
- A dead man with sun-bleached hair stood right in front of her. It wore a tuxedo jacket over jeans and a brown T-shirt, and it took her a moment to realize the brown was all stains. It stretched its arms toward the guard shack.
- …
- She reached across the line and tapped the ex on the back of its grasping hand.
- It paused for a moment, then went back to reaching for the guard shack. Both her feet were past the line. They could grab her. There were three of them who could reach her without even trying. But they didn’t try.
- Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 325-326
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-communication/id635706546
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