Tasteless Ghost

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Once, I licked a ghost. Lost in a tangent of thoughts, furious, I layed in bed. I heard what sounded like a storm of farts. As I felt a delicate hand take hold of mine, I felt compelled to pull the hand towards me and lick it, which I did. With my tongue, I felt the skin of its tasteless arm.

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