《灵异第六感》The_Sixth_Sense

give me feelings. I think maybe
when people own things and then
they pass away -- a part of
themselves gets printed on those
things -- like fingerprints.

Beat. The young man and the young woman gaze at Anna silently.

They look down at the ring. They place their hands on it
reverently, delicately -- like checking for a pulse.

Anna can't hold back her sweet smile.

CUT TO:

INT. ANTIQUE STORE - DAY

Anna moves to the back desk where SEAN comes out. He's carrying
an antique bench in his arms. He places it down and takes a much
needed seat.

SEAN
You don't need someone with a
masters. You need a wrestler guy
whose neck is larger than his head.

ANNA
I need a wrestler with a masters.

Anna fills out the paperwork for the ring.

SEAN
What's this?

Anna looks over to find Sean standing at his desk where a
BIRTHDAY PRESENT sits on his tabletop. Sean looks at her.

SEAN
From you?

Anna nods, "yes."

SEAN
Is it wrestling tights?

Anna smiles as she moves to his desk. Sean begins to tear off
the wrapping paper like a kid at Christmas.

Anna laughs. Sean holds up a weathered hardback copy of "THE
GREAT GATSBY." Beat.

ANNA
It's a first edition.

SEAN
Wow, this is too much. It's
perfect, Anna.

Sean puts down the book and hugs her. He pulls back a little,
still holding her. They smile at each other.

Beat. The moment goes on just that crucial fraction of a second
too long. Their smiles slowly melt away as they continue to hold
each other. Nothing happens for the longest time.


CRASH! A SHATTERING DOOR SLAM ECHOES THROUGH THE STORE. Anna
and Jeffery pull apart. They rush past the young man and the

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