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VI - Finding Ghosts Part 3
The day dragged like thick soup. I stared at the gray walls of Michael’s apartment for what felt like decades. Time works in mysterious ways, I thought. It flied so fast when doing enjoyable things like reading books or watching movies. It slowed down when waiting for things to come or stuff to happen, like dreading the clock to tick past five to get out of work. It was excruciatingly slow when you waited for the night to come so you can go to an island and look for a boy’s alleged dead body. Michael went out to buy some groceries. It still struck me as strange that the emissaries of Heaven went grocery shopping. I insisted to go with him so I could distract myself from the invasion of gory images in my mind. I only heard a strict ‘No, you are safer here,’ speech from the Soul Dealer a
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