[gleeful cacklingI'm home! Or something like home. Oh, how I missed the dreadful smell of rotting flesh in the morning! And-- my word, is that candle wax in the shape of a ghost? HA HA! IT IS! SPLENDID
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I say, is it you that's responsible for these-- ghosts or-- visions or whatever it is, then? Because the fright of my life, as you call it, is not something I'm enjoying.
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Oh, but frights are so dreadfully lovely!
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hm. Sorry. I really shouldn't have snapped at you, old thing, not when it doesn't seem to be your fault. Apologies.
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What seems to be the matter, hm?
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