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[waitsforever]

Hi. Sorry. Not in for work, again, because while Amy doesn't mind me using her for posting, I think it's a bit much dragging her with me to work. Unless there's an emergency. In which case I'll beg.

Is that fine?

Do you mind?

Cheers. Sorry. That was me asking Amy and. Yes. That's something that would be happening.

Anyway, as she said earlier, I'm a ghost. Not even a poltergeist, which would be useful because I could just...throw stuff about, but completely insubstantial. I get it...funny, how often have I nearly or actually died...lots.

It's really not that funny. It's actually getting kind of old.

Has anyone worked out how to actually reverse this yet? Because I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Are you done? With the-- [ Handwavey handwaving. ] Possessing.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Yes. [WHOOPS he said that with Amy's mouth. He sort of flows out of her and hovers vaguely in front of her.]

Sorry. Yes, only I'll say it myself this time.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

's a bit weird. [ Eyeing him. He's a ghost. Does that mean he's dead? It can't. He can't be dead again.

At least he's still here. If somewhat insubstantial. ]