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?” she asked.</p><p id="13fa">“They’re are not ghosts. They’re my friends and my family.” He replied.</p><p id="cb8e">…</p><p id="8549">“Why are they all gathered here?” she asked.</p><p id="3d14">“I don’t know.” he replied.</p><p id="eea7">…</p><p id="975c">“Who’s in the coffin?” She asked.</p><p id="d5c1">“Oh my god …” He replied.</p><figure id="f245"><img src="
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“Who are you?” He asked.
“That’s not important.” She replied.
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“Who are these ghosts?” she asked.
“They’re are not ghosts. They’re my friends and my family.” He replied.
…
“Why are they all gathered here?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” he replied.
…
“Who’s in the coffin?” She asked.
“Oh my god …” He replied.
