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“Fuck you, you fucking ghost,” I mumble.
“How many times do I have to tell you… it’s ‘revenant,’ not ‘ghost.’ Ghosts are immaterial, while I,” he said slapping his hand on my desk for emphasis, “am quite substantial.”
I wish I knew who this asshole was. Before he had his throat ripped open, JR liked to
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Show the reader what this exoresssion looks like.
Other than that, awesome!
-L.
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