He talked to me, and I felt so happy that I could've died right there."
"What did he say?"
"He looked at me and said, excuse me."
"What? That's dumb. I thought you meant you two talked."
"Ahhh, you don't understand. He knew I was there and that I wasn't a ghost... he knew he had moved me."
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Stories for a Tainted Soul
AcakSadness, loneliness, and happiness. Short stories of the lonely and loved. Cruel fates, curses, and wishes. All from an author with a tainted soul.
