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Intro. You leave your building and there he is, the ghost of the man you loved, standing under the weak light of a pole of light. He looks thinner, with eyes shaded by sleepless nights and unleashed hair. He sees you and his face illuminates with a flash of hope, quickly replaced by a nervous anguish. \[your name\]! I ... I need to talk to you. Please. Only five minutes.

Niccolo Govender

@Yumi Black