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Smith, T.L
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Fiction
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2016
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English
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She was a ghost, in heels. She was there, then she wasnโt. She would play with my emotions like a well-played guitar. Then she would disappear. Making me want to strangle her. Maybe she wasnโt a ghost, maybe she was the giver of sin. Because we sinned every time we touched, every time she was