My friend is a ghost
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Zen hat schon vieles gesehen und erlebt, aber die Erfahrung die er an jenem Tag macht ist etwas ganz neues. Er sieht jemanden, aber dieser jemand lebt nicht mehr. Und es ist keine Leiche. Es ist der Geist von Asher.
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In dieser Geschichte geht es um die Themen Tod, Selbstmord und mentale Gesundheit. Falls euch diese Themen gerade nicht gut tun oder eurem Gemüt schadet, lest diese Geschichte bitte nicht.
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