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When I was younger I had lots of friends, but one day they got... away. I didn't know if I had done something wrong or if someone had done something to me, and they didn't like it. I tried to make more friends, but they ran too, and every time they'd say that I'm the ghost, even when all people have done is ghosted me. They run and... I never see them again. Until one day, someone didn't run, they stayed. They wanted to be my friend, and they were always so nice. They used a bored to talk to me, some other people tried to talk to them, but I didn't want them too, so I stopped them. Then one day, they didn't come. They stopped, and it took a while, I think about maybe sixty years until I saw them again, but this time they could see me. They were like me, ghosted... forever.