I bet ghosts have to fake it a lot, cause they're so preoccupied with how to steal your body
He won't introduce me to any of his friends. Also sometimes he growls at me.
I think pottery is dumb.
Ectoplasm actually tastes like just....clouds. Also it stains.
They are incapable of love or real connection, and exist only as a constant desire for affection and warmth made corporeal.
Sometimes, when I'm coming, he whispers to me "someday you're going to die".
Which is pretty mean, right?
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