Biker-in-law's Death Kiss
Separated by a wall, we fought our ghost independently in the unforgiving winter night.
The full realization of Sally's death hit me then and my head fell into my hands. I could see her even now, the spill of silky, voluminous hair that was more silver than gold when she first crashed into me at the hotel on my way to the restroom, coincidentally the same day Dean met his downfall.
Her bright smile, so innocent that even then, I had a premonition that she would get in trouble for it.
She was so naive, so innocent, and I confirmed this when she made it a point to come say hi to me every day at the office after our first encounter.
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