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“What’s that supposed to mean?” Greta bites for me. Too hot-tempered for her own good. I turn and look her way too. Spinning on the girl, I quickly glance around, looking for bystanders who might be paying us too much attention and seeing nothing.

“He held onto a ghost for two years and could never move forward. No one can battle a dead person who hangs over someone’s soul like a black cloud