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 Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 6:32 pm
"I hate knowing that I forgot," the ghost murmured. What else had he forgotten? What other important things had he lost, along with himself? "What would Rosie think? Oh.. She'd laugh. Always laughing." He missed her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 6:33 pm
"We forget. It happens," Michael replied. He smiled then and leaned on a hand, his elbow on the back of the couch. "Rose was your wife?"
His body language clearly said that he was ready to listen.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 6:41 pm
"She was," Oscar nodded. "Beautiful as the sunrise. Golden hair. I was so lucky to have met her. She hated when I had to go away. I wrote her letters everyday, though. Sometimes twice a day, and I'd mail them all at once so she'd get seven by the next week."
"She's gone now," he added, eyes turning sorrowful. "The house is so quiet without her. She'd bring flowers from the garden in for our table. There aren't flowers anymore."
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 6:51 pm
"You say you were away often? What was your job?" Michael asked. Probably this man had retired before death. Either way, he wasn't working now and might or might not remember it.
"Tell me about her."
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:09 pm
Oscar had a good long chat with Michael, and seemed to really enjoy himself. He talked about his wife at length, he talked about his children and how they'd once brought a baby raccoon inside insisting it was a cat. That 'cat' had torn up the wallpaper on more than one wall before he'd had enough. They'd released it in the woods.
The day passed without incident, and the next morning came.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:14 pm
Toby went to the front door and knocked. He knew that he was the most hated of the group, and they didn't want to ruin Michael's good reputation with Oscar. Thus, it was up to him.
Michael was gone at the moment so as to not be even remotely involved.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:21 pm
Oscar opened the door, noticed it was Toby, and immediately started to close it. "Go away," he said. He paused though. He'd said if they were polite, they could come in. Instead of reminding Toby of this, he asked, "Where's Michael?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:24 pm
Toby smiled. Well, hello to you too.
"He's--" Toby looked toward the back yard, behind him, and up, "I'm not sure where he is."
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:28 pm
The fact that his new friend was missing seemed to distress Oscar. "Well, aren't you going to go look for him?" He asked. "He can't be too far. He has his object." Where could he have gone? "Come in then," he added, with a grumble.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:30 pm
"No, no, I'm sure he's around somewhere," Toby said. He came on in and sighed. "I'm really sorry, but I have to be the bearer of bad news."
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:34 pm
Oscar frowned. He wanted Michael, not this twerp. Bad news? Had something happened to Michael? He narrowed his eyes. "Out with it, then," he said.
He wasn't going to invite Toby to sit down.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:51 pm
"Sir, there is a reason you couldn't remember your name, and a reason your children don't visit, and a reason that we said someone else owns your house, and if you're willing I can offer you proof."
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:53 pm
Oscar was getting more upset by the moment. He wanted Michael. Why wasn't Michael here? The bookshelf near the front door shook dangerously. A single book fell, sliding open.
"Fine. But after, you find Michael!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:55 pm
Toby reached out reflexively and caught the book. Oh, uh. He probably wasn't supposed to touch this old stuff.
"And a reason you're telekinetic."
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 8:07 pm
"Get out!" Oscar ordered, pointing towards the door. The bookshelf shook more violently. Several books fell to the floor and dangerously close to Toby. "I don't want to hear any more. I want Michael."
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