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Nov 2019
She had used a lot of ****.
And now she was greeted by the ghost of death.
She wanted to run away.
But the ghost was not having it this day.
She begged the ghost for another chance to do better.
But the ghost said, start writing your goodbye letters.
Written by
Lamar Cole
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