*Sydney Roswell's POV*
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"What the f*ck are you still doing here? Get the hell out, you perverted ghost!" I screamed in intense outrage and shock when OJ walked into me and saw me wearing nothing but my birthday suit. I quickly wrapped myself in a bathrobe and was about to walk out.
"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to... I... I'm going out. Don't worry. I didn't see anything." She retorted and passed through the closed door, and I let out a scuff as I opened it.
"Oh, really? What are you? Blind?" I sarcastically asked her and went to my closet to look for clothes I would wear.
I heard her let out a nervous laugh, and I turned to look at her with my sharp stare as she spoke, stammering. "I... No. I just... Damn, I need to format my brain for the last minute of my life. That was... You
