From the Beginning

“They can’t see me,” the girl wept. “How can I be home, and they can’t even see me?”

“Blood and guts and brains, all that rots in the grave,” the ghost boy said. “You’re the part that goes on. I’m sorry, but in bodies or not, we’re all ghosts from the beginning.”


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