Ghostly Love |MJ x Ghost!Reader|
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"So how long have you been doing these adventures?" I asked the brunette sitting next to me on the bench. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she looked at the stars.
"Not long actually. It's more of a hobby than a job. My friends and I go to random places and nearly kill ourselves. I almost got killed visiting an abandoned bridge." MJ giggled, a soft smile on her face. It made me happy that she was opening up to me..
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