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pages.
No one.
No one.
A ghost appeared in the doorway. Small blonde girl. Big eyes. Looked at me like I was a person and not an old chair waiting to be hauled out. Told her to scat. She scatted.
Emma smiled through tears.
Ghost came back. Left cookie. Oatmeal raisin. Dry as packing paper. Ate it anyway.
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