15/01/2024, 12.48am
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It was a strange look on the cheerful little ghost; their beaming eyes now lightless, as dead as they were. They couldn't bear to look at their friend whom they knew for certain felt betrayed at the revelation, the truth.
"I could have been a bad person," they said, wishing they weren't shaking, "I'm sorry."
There were soft, fluffy hands, then a comforting embrace. Tulips sprouted from the ground, a sea of white cascading down the horizon.
"You are a sweet thing, full of love and full of kindness," came the easy reply, "It matters not to me if my dearest friend had been the very embodiment of all evil, only the fact that it is causing them so much grief."
The adoration was evident in Fig's voice, and the Stocking Ghost found it difficult to argue with them.
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