Two (ghost girl) friends walked down a long hallway towards an exit. As they made idle chit chat about the day they came to the landing of a winding staircase. They glanced down and then back at each other with a fondness expected of friends to share.
As the first ghost girl took a step to descend down the stairs, the other was inexplicably and without reason struck with an urge. She reached her icy cold ghost girl hands out and gave a quick and swift push to the back of her unsuspecting companion.
A warm burning sensation took rise through her undead body as she watched her victim crumple down, down, down the swirling stairs. As the (victim) ghost girl collided with the floor, she raised her eyes and took notice of her dear friend with fear and confusion. A moment passed and her rage slowly melted and transcended into forgiveness. She saw an unfamiliar look of joy and accomplishment wash across her friend’s face, an emotion she had never witnesses before.
A quiet understanding was shared between the two (ghost girl) friends and without speaking, all was immediately forgiven.
Keep smilin’, keep shinin’
Knowin’ you can always count on me, oh, for sure
‘Cause I tell you that’s what friends are for
For good times and for bad times
I’ll be on your side forever more
That’s what friends are for (That’s what friends are for)
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