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Ghost
It’s a dream I had. I was killed and transformed into a ghost, so nobody could interact with me—except this baby. This baby could see and touch me, so I was carrying him everywhere to make him communicate for me.
And when I talked, it was like they could hear something, somewhere, but they couldn’t see it was me right in front of them, no matter what I did.
It’s tiring to be a ghost.