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Out of the corner of my eye I noticed another slippage, but this time I wouldn’t let him out of my grasp.
“Wait a sec,” I pleaded as I pinched Eric’s sleeve between two of my fingers. “I have something I want to ask you about.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “What is it?”
I leaned close to him and lowered my voice to a whisper. “I want to know… why do you carry around nail polish remover?”
He blinked at me before a laugh broke from his lips. “I suppose that does deserve an answer. Nail polish is effective against ghosts.”
It was my turn to do the blinking. “Ghosts? How?”
He shrugged. “To be honest, I can’t tell, but there was an occurrence in a beauty shop where the owner threw a bottle of remover at a spirit who abruptly fled with half their astral face missing. Some further exp
