She floated forward, raised herself off the ground, hovered over me.
“But I need a buddy,” she whispered. “Everyone has to have a buddy. You’ll be
my buddy—won’t you, Sarah?”
I saw the hissing snake in her hand.
But I couldn’t move.
“You’ll be my buddy—won’t you?” Briana repeated. “You’ll be my buddy
forever.”
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