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“Funny story,” Angela says with a bright laugh, waving her hand and Amanda watches with an intense stare—watches as her hand fazes right through the cereal box still sitting on the counter. “I think I’m a ghost—and I’m pretty sure I’m haunting you, since you can see me and I’m pretty sure no one else can.”
"I’ve seen ghosts before. Not for a long time—not since I was a teenager, but, I’ve seen them. I just didn’t expect to see one here. After so long too.”
"I’m just glad you can see me, to be honest,” the ghost replies with a shrug, walking back and forth in the kitchen–pacing almost. “It’d suck tits to be a ghost and just have everyone ignore me.”
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or Ghost!Angela is haunting Amanda, the one person who might be able to help her figure out how she died two years ago, and maybe they fall a little in love along the way