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Excoriate
Shannon glared down at him. Gibbs looked up at her and knew immediately that he’d done something wrong. He couldn’t think of what he might have done wrong though.
As he tried to figure it out, thinking back to what he last remembered, he realized that Shannon had been dead for many years now. She was the one to leave him. He’d never have left her. This must be a dream then.
“Stop with the red-headed clones, Jethro. You’re better than this!” dream Shannon ordered.
“What?” Gibbs questioned confused.
“Seriously, it’s disturbing. There are many other hair colors out there. Stop trying to replace me. It will never work. Move on, already!” dream Shannon excoriated, before softening and explaining in a softer voice, “Find someone new to love that isn’t a replacement or clone of me. It’s the only way you’ll ever be happy and I want you to be happy.”
