I love ghosts — I prefer ghosts to some people.
I love ghosts — I prefer ghosts to some people.
I love ghosts — I prefer ghosts to some people.
I love ghosts — I prefer ghosts to some people.
I love ghosts — I prefer ghosts to some people.
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I love ghosts

— I prefer ghosts to some people.
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Cherubs fan our foolish fires, filling hearts with mad desires. They prick our pride and haughtiness with quick, angelic — John Biccard
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