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Pull yourself together, Harrington. It’s your brain. It’s all in your head. You’re…hallucinating, or something. Lack of sleep.
Bullshit. He’s always full of bullshit.
I need to call Robin, He thinks next, before scoffing. Call her and tell her what? That he needs to be fucking committed? It’s two in the goddamn morning anyway.
Steve unlocks the bathroom door and cautiously peeks out. There’s nothing to see, of course, other than the sickly yellow light of the kitchen overhead. That, and the incriminating shine of his pink mug, sitting tauntingly on the countertop; a deceptively cheery and innocent object that now exists as the symbol of his slowly crumbling sanity.
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Steve Harrington thinks he’s being haunted (by a ghost that really likes fucking with his coffee.)