_ That was a good hearty blast. No sooner had you entered through the door - and I was watching - then you let loose with a massive blast. Sure, it’s a wonderful thing to sneeze; nothing timid about you.
_ Watch out for number nine; number nine.
_ Turn me on, dead man.
_ Howsaboy?
_ Shaken. I ran into my only love last night; I had long thought she was dead.
_ Kept alive in the closet of your mind, she arose and stirred your embers.
_ Joyce.
_ Strange name.
_ A strange world; the comings and goings; deeply attached to ghosts; the bad language of living and dying.
_ Faith is born of uncertainty. Look to the elder.
_ I have chosen to enter the silence.
_ Chai?
_ Chai.
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... One, two, three, four, five; one, two, three; one, as in none. Ghosts... all is a ghost.
... We shake and shimmy; burp and fart; sneeze till our knees knock. No way of knowing who, or what, is on the other side of any door. Remember, then forget.
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