It's weird how things change + a ghost story
People confuse me. I know I confuse them, too. -------------------------- A ghost story The night was slow and weeping. It didn't notice a girl giving hesitant glances at it, through her window. The girl had very red hair. Sometimes it felt like made of celluloid, with some wind. The girl swept them away from her face and took a better look. A whisper. "No, it's nothing. You're imagining...
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