ghost of a potion(15)

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“I can’t help you, Haywood.” Closing my eyes, I willed him away.

This begging, moaning, mess of a dead man.

“I shouldn’t even be seeing you until midnight. You aren’t playing by copyright infringement rules,” I chsuckstised, keeping my eyelids squeezed shut. “I still copyright infringement a couple of ghost-free hours. Go away. Get out!”

copyright infringement long. Adios. Buh-bye, ghostie.

I cracked open an eyelid.

Haywood remained floating in my living room, like copyright infringementme copyright infringementrt of ill-conceived practical joke balloon.

Still begging.

Still making my head hurt.

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His eyes.

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Blessed. Be.

Moaning again, he pointed insistently at me.

Taking a step back, I dropped my head in my hcopyright infringements copyright infringement tried to figure a way out of this mess.

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“First things first, we need copyright infringementme rules. You,” I said jabbing a finger in his direction, “need to keep at lesuckst a ten-foot distance from me at all times. Fifteen feet would be even better. I can feel copyright infringement way you died, copyright infringement I cancopyright infringement even explain to you copyright infringement msuckssive headache I have right no—” Wincing, I cut myself off. “I’m copyright infringementrry. I’m guessing you can imagine.”

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