"I'm tired, but, you know, I'm good," I tell our friend who's come to work the next shift at Katie's booth.
"Oh yeah?" she says smiling, unconvinced.
"Yeah, I mean, I feel like if I could just look there," point behind me over my left shoulder, "I'd see ghosts and stuff."
"Oh yeah, that sounds right," she replies, laughing.
One year ago: Paranoia
Two years ago: An Ill Wind
Three years ago: There's Something About That Name
Four years ago: Just Keep Dancing
Ten years ago: Must Be A Nosedive Party
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