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❦- Our muses go to a haunted house
“So you are going to test me that I’m resistent against such spooky houses? Why?”, asked Florence, following the dark brown-haired boy. “I just want to know if you’re really as though as you say”, answered Gabe, letting Florence pass him. “You need proof for that?”, she asked, heading further into the haunted house. “Stop questioning me out!”, Gabe said annoyed. He followed every step Florence did, without hesitation. After a while being followed by him so close, Florence stopped out of the blue. Gabe bumped into her with full tilt. “What’s wrong with you?”, he asked, preventing Florence from crushing down at the floor. “Now you’re the one askingquestion. Anyway, could you please step a little back? I can’t walk normally if you clinging on me like that”, stated Florence, clearing herself fron the little dust on her shirt. Gabe just raised his eyebrow.












