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too, but Wesley

you want,

just talk

with him lately. H

ting along. You don't have to treat me like

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s. "You know, ghosts come o

a three-year-old?

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turned serious as

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ed. "Tha

efused to turn back. They kept walking until they spotted a lodge. The owner welcomed them warmly

led me into the story, a c

was off and urged them to leave. They didn't believe her and stayed. Late at night, her friends fell asleep, but she couldn't rest. As she finally drifted of

cked eyes

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laughing. "Scar

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re, and reached to touch my face.

. It's the wind!" I glared at him. "I'm go

om, the sight before me