It seems in the heat of everything sacred and everything jolly, the people in whom I care for are accepting me as a ghost. Well... I am no apparition. I am blood, coarsing through constricting arteries, fueling with juices made for my purposes. If you prick me, I will bleed. If you, my good friends, decide to call me up... I will answer. Despite
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