The ghost was dealing with a serious bout of insomnia and in a cold and quiet room she held a silent celebration.
I just don’t know what to do
I’m too afraid to love you
Saturday, October 8, 2011
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leisurely browse through an ever evolving collection of stories with a quirky yet serious nature, transcribed by a ghost acting as an understudy
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