LORA'S GHOST

LORA'S GHOST

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"Its ok Lora there is no cause for alarm...yet, mhhm, why don't you try to ask her what it is she wants from you,then maybe we can form a plan from there on how to go about this whole thing". "Are you listening to yourself right now, I should try talking to a ghost?, she is so pale and drop dead scary with water dripping from her uniform" "Hey come on, we are left with no other option here, this is the only one we've got and...wait did you just say uniform?" Lorin asked "Yes she was wearing a school uniform, my guess is,she was still in high school when she died" "Or she died while wearing a high school uniform, you know for a role play or something. Did you recognize the uniform? Lora gave her sister the 'are you serious' look."Lorin this is more like our 3rd week in college in this town and checking out high school uniforms have not being my thing thank you"
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