

My Friend Charlie The GhostAll my life he had been there, lying on his back in the crawl space under my room. Before I even learned to say mama, I whispered his name through the cracks in the floorboards under my bed.My Friend Charlie The Ghost
Charlie, I would say, pointing my finger at the cold blue eyes that stared right through me. Dust had gathered on his face, and I was always afraid he would sneeze and wake father up, but he never did. Even when I took a deep breath and blew so hard that his eyelashes moved, he never blinked, and when the dust had settled he was still staring at me with those X-ray eyes as if something at the back of my head was holdin


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She was cute when she was mad, and cute when she was sad. But he believed she was beautiful when she smiled. But that was rare. He wished that he could make her smile more often. And on one summer day, he found a way to do just that.
Ichigo yawned and sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The sunlight poured in through the open window, casting an orange glow upon the floor and walls. He stretched and stood up, walking over to his dresser. He quickly gathered his clothes and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
 
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Though my eye is scarred, I am never blind.
Always know that I'm watching you.
and welcome to dA
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