they play with priceβs beard and steal gazβs caps, the lil ghostsoap babies are menaces just like their dads and their uncles love them endlessly
#SoapIsAlive#GazIsSAFE
The book had warned him: the dead wouldn't come back the same.
He understood the warning, he understood it perfectly, in fact.
He simply no longer cared.
How he'd become a man who would rather believe in something impossible than accept the ordinary, permanent fact thatβ
βthe people he loved were gone.
Then his face crumpled.
Simon stared at the photograph, and something in him finally gave way.
He sank into the chair.
For a while, he made no sound. He simply sat there with the ruined picture between his hands, his shoulders drawn tight, trying to understand how he'd managed to get himself here.
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