Clay:
There was... something. A sense. Like a voice but...
Amber:
You hear voices?
Clay:
No, not like real... Wait.
Amber:
What?
Clay:
Shhh. There it is again. A whisper. It's telling me... it's telling me something about you!
Amber:
I'm serious. Tell me more about all of this.
Clay:
I can't explain it. Still. Even now. It's not easy to put into words without sounding like a crazy person.
Aunt Zella:
Ask her to go to church with ya sometime.
Clay:
Thank you, Aunt Zella.
Amber:
You go to church?
Clay:
Not much anymore. I did.
Aunt Zella:
The people there weren't perfect, so he felt out of place.
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