[ there's a white dress and somebody running on a dusty surface of fine, white sand unlike anything she's ever seen before— the thought isn't hers, and it takes her by surprise. sookie hadn't meant to pry, but sometimes people's minds reach out and invade hers without her permission. this is one of those times. she whirls around to face the bun-headed blonde, trying to make sense of whatever the hell that was she just saw. ]
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