The Ghost. My voice flattened as I felt a soft touch on my arm.My voice cold,the room becoming colder and colder at each minute.The windows fogged.The only thing left of my memory was what was coming after me.I loved it-it loved me.Didn't it? The coldness of the room soon disappeared.I was left alone speechless,hurt and broken hearted.That didnt happen.
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