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Sam looked at the small plant growing out of the windowsill. Not on top of, but out of the tile itself. It should not have been able to, but ghost plants didn't follow normal rules.
"Can you remove it?" Pamela asked.
"I can take it out of your windowsill," Sam said. "But if I remove it from the premises it will just come back later."
"And why would that be?"
"It's a ghost love blossom. It's only here because we are here together."
Pamela wrapped her arms around Sam.
"Then I guess we are going to need the perfect pot."