[He doesn't reply. He's not sure he can because wow, that sure was something. It means he waits until they enter the lounge, heading straight for the liquor cabinet.
God. This is familiar in a way he doesn't want.]
I'm not the one who got touched by...what, a snuff ghost? What the fuck was that.
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God. This is familiar in a way he doesn't want.]
I'm not the one who got touched by...what, a snuff ghost? What the fuck was that.