Remnants
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"hello there! what's your name?"
"wtf! how did you get in my car?!"
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Ghosts aren't real, everything can easily be explained through science and common sense. Sure somethings are peculiar in this world and some are hard to understand but that doesn't make it paranormal...
... right?
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