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The Haunting Of My Best Friend

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My name is Elizabeth Cooper and I used to be a student at the Minneapolis College of Art and Design, and when I say I used to be student I mean I died there. Recently a new student moved into my old dorm room, she's really nice and pretty, her name is Alice Jewel and shes one of the top students here. I follow her everywhere, I'm pretty sure if I were still alive we'd be best friends. I help her a lot too, I give my opinions to her even though she can't hear me, I help her find the right books to study, and I even got her together with her boyfriend! I just wish she could see me.All Rights Reserved

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Hell Hall

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