dead things

  Her palette pink lips hardened into a firm line. She withdrew her outstretched hand, sighed, and started to pull off her gloves.

"Ginny, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time." My knees went weak. She turned her gaze away from me and stared, as though immensely bored, out into the distance. Her velvet gloves, she tossed nonchalantly into the dry dirt. I lowered my gaze and caught a glimpse of her hands.

Oh God.

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