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“What?” Hux shielded his eyes from the flaky halo not far from his bed and the much brighter city lights streaming through his window. He was sure he’d shut his curtains before bed.
“I’ve been assigned to be the Ghost of Christmas Pa…”
“Oh bloody hell Ren! It is bloody,” Hux looked at his bedside clock and screeched, “Bloody. Three. A.M. In. The. Morning! I’ve just been discharged from the hospital a week ago! I have remote work in the morning! Why can’t you go haunt someone or something else? Your folks? The nice young couple upstairs with their fat yippy one eyed corgi? The condo mailbox? Lots of mailmen to scare around this time of the year.”
“Ugh,” said the ghost of Ben Solo.
“UgghHAHH!” Grunted Hux first in annoyance then pain as he borrowed back under his pile of blankets and oblivious snoring cat.
