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Sleeping With A Ghost

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6 pages4 minutes

Summary

I got into her spacious home and before we knew it, we were making love in her bed. The next morning, I was still in her bed (or so I thought) and I felt very cold
“Janice”, I called out. I got no answer. I felt hard cold concrete. I suddenly opened my eyes and I had the shock of my life. The first thing I saw was some letters. It read “Janice 1980 – 2001”. It was a fucking tombstone!

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