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Chapter 28
"Where's the shady small print I should read over or loopholes I should be aware of?"
He shook his head. "The only reason you're helping me, to begin with, is because the universe called for it. Some things are far beyond my control and the connection you have to Deshawn is one of those things. Normally, I don't ask teenage girls to get involved with all this. So, no, there is no small print or loopholes. When this is all over, we won't be in contact until your time is up."
His words sparked a tinge of curiosity. Not even Death understood the wonders of the universe or why Deshawn and I were drawn to one another, especially since I never knew him when he was alive. I doubted I'd ever get the answer.
"And will you check on my uncle? I won't be able t
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