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She walked away, hearing faint sirens in the distance.




Chapter 2



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"ANDREA? Andrea! Hey! Wait up!"

"What?" she growled, not turning around. A chill breeze was picking up off the

lake, making her hurry. Of course, she was always cold, so what did a breeze

matter? "Go away." I'm still hungry.

"So, you're dead and hanging around beaches and biting guys now? I thought you

were an Economics major."

She almost laughed. Ah, the days when her biggest problem was figuring out the

effect of interest rates on capital investment flows… or was it the other way

around? "I was. Then I had an accident. Now I'm here."
He jogged up beside her. "Hey, listen. About before. I didn't mean to hurt your

feelings. Sure I remember you. You were—you were really cute."

"You're an idiot," she replied. "It's all right, I'm leaving. You don't have to

talk to me anymore."

"Hey, it's okay," he said, completely ignoring her broad hint. "I want to. So,

like, what happened to you?"

She nearly tripped over her own feet. "Why in the world do you care?"

"Well… doesn't look to me like you're having much fun these days."

"What a tragedy," she mocked.

"Well… yeah."

To Daniel Harris, she realized, it probably was. The man had always been waiting