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I took it from her, my fingers brushing hers. A jolt of electricity ran up my arm and a vision clouded my sight. I was seated beside the blonde girl on a low tree branch. A breeze blew past us, her hair moved with it. She turned her face. I would see her; I would see her face. I would know who she was. But before her face could register, the vision broke. I blinked and stared at Kenna’s narrowed eyes. “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” I said. I pulled back a little, but I couldn’t strip my eyes from her. That brown hair. It was fake. She had blond hair and I knew it. Was she the girl from my visions? I only saw them when I touched her. It was the only explanation I had. I was ninety-nine percent sure, but I wouldn’t say anything until I had proof. How the f**k would I find proof? “Thanks … f
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