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"Please take a seat," Vera said and Molly and Det. Brighton sat down on the long couch; adjacent to the rocking chair she was sitting on; knitting on and swinging herself gently from front to back.
"I'll go and prepare some tea," her daughter said.
"Thank you baby." She walked out of the room as the two just sat there looking at each other and then back at her as a good amount of silence swept; with Molly not knowing how or where to even begin.
"You are not the Molly from that day are you?" Vera asked.
"No I'm not," Molly responded.
"Mm, who are you today?"
"Molly Hammers."
"I see a motherly aura around you," Vera said knitting on.
"Um yes . . . Molly Hammers is a mother. A single mother to a six year old boy. Dylan."
"Well, isn't that interesting?"
"What's happening to me?" Molly asked. "I keep dying and coming back over and over again . . . Why? Why is this happening to me?" Vera stopped knitting and paused for
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