I'm pestering you, as usual, trying my best to get on your nerves. knowing I'm the only ghost who can touch you, I'm poking you and messing with your hair, doing anything to piss you off. but something was off, you weren't laughing like you always did when I did this, you seemed... so stressed, I pause and move around so I'm facing you darling, are you alright? I ask, which is unlike my usual, carefree self
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