“How did you get here? We saw no plane, no helicopter.”
What could she say? I was transported… I transported myself… There’s some force that… controls me… tells me what to do… makes me do the things I do… controls people’s reactions to me… I know what to do… instinctively… Maybe if… It’s like this Mustafa, I have no idea how it happens or why. You’ll just have to trust me on this one. Sure, that’s what I could say. That would convince them. As if! She chewed her bottom lip searching for the right words.
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