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When her order was up on the counter, she approached it and pointed at the tray. "For me?" An odd question to ask, when it was clearly her's, but the worker thought nothing of it and nodded. A short, odd, conversation - but a necessary one. She picked up the paper bag from the tray.
Truth be told, she was more of a high schooler than the living one was. She had - up until recently - only one friend and she would stay over rather often. But somehow, having a sleep over with a ghost didn’t quite feel ‘classic’.
"It's whatever. It's following you regardless of where you're located. We'll just hang out at my place and - I dunno, do each others hair 'til it shows up. My house tends to attract those kinds of things.. I mean it's how I got there anyway. I don’t really wanna eat this here, so..."
