CHAPTER 52––––––––
As Ping and Sam walked up to her, Mara bent forward and placed her hands on her knees. Ping reached out to touch her shoulder, but his hand passed through her. She flickered several times, disappearing twice. He reached out a second time and touched her arm. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“That takes a lot out of me,” she said, straightening and waving her hair out of her face. “I guess I need to start carrying a brush.” c*****g her head, she dug grit out of her ear with a pinkie. Using the other hand, she untwisted her shirt so her collar opened in the front. A finger snagged on a rip in the garment. She bent forward again to examine herself. Both knees poked through rips in her jeans and the top right pocket flapped loosely below her hip, the white lining exposed.
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