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[garcellos-ghost]

"Well wait here!" *walks into a store close by and makes my way to the bathroom, stepping in and shutting the door behind me. I walk over to the mirror and stand in front of it* "Let's see if this works, Garcello Garcello Garcello!"

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Boo

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CHEESE *tosses slice of cheese*

Why.

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Garcello with a comically large spoon-

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garcello at ghost mcdonalds?

For u))

[garcellos-ghost]

{part 1} {part 2}

Finally decided it was time to continue my little story. Now, where was I...

Right.

Austin.

The rat bastard who ruined my life.

If I had just... accepted my fate...

Austin showed up pretty soon after I found out about my cancer. Told me he could work miracles. Told me he could cure my cancer. Promised me all I had to do was just, keep doing what I was doing. Keep smoking. Share my cigarettes with people. It was so hard to believe but.

I was just... I was so desperate.

I signed his stupid contract.

I didn't read it over.

I was an idiot

If I had just read it... If I hadn't signed... I was a fucking idiot. But I was desperate. Needless to say

Those cigarettes weren't... normal.

Found out pretty quickly what they did.

They'd expand my life as long as I just kept passing them out. But they... Well they killed people. I just kept passin em out. I was too afraid to stop after Austin told me what would happen.

Doesn't mean I hated every waking moment of it. Doesn't mean I never tried to quit but it hurt like hell. I'd start coughin again.

When I met Keith I was desperate. I was in, a lot of pain. But the little man helped... calm me down. Gave me a reason to give up.

If I hadn't met Keith I'd still be in that pain.

Sure I'm dead but. A whole lot better than the alternative, huh?

Don't worry. The cigarettes don't kill anymore. We made sure Austin was dead, too. At least we think.

I'm... I'm a little tired. Haven't thought about myself that hard in a while. Hope that answered a few of your questions.

[garcellos-ghost]

{part 1}

It uh. It started when I was a kid.

My mom wasn’t a good one. Didn’t really care about me or my brother. Both my parents were just kinda. Awful. Mom smoked. She didn’t care if I breathed it.

Didn’t find out for a while but my lungs were always weak. Only learned it when I passed out when I tried runnin.

Mom still didn’t care. Kept going until we got put up for adoption. By then I was hooked before I had ever even smoked one myself.

It kept goin into my teen years

Dunno what she saw in me...

But- uh. I basically got into trouble with my doctor. Found out I had lung cancer. Couldn’t stand it. I didn’t have enough for treatment. So I... went to the second best opt-

S. Sorry I. I can’t keep going. Maybe I’ll. cgh-

Maybe I’ll pick up the story later.

[garcellos-ghost]

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