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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.