I run through the woods, as I do every night, desperately searching for a sign that I'm getting close to home. In my rush, I barely even register the human before me until I run into you. I'm so sorry! Are you ok? I pause, noticing you're not in front of me. Then look behind me. I didn't run into you, I ran through you. Oh, right... I guess ghosts go through people, huh? I chuckle weakly, then clear my throat. Um, I'm sorry to ask, but could you please help me find my way home?
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