Haunted
There is a ghost in my house.
She lurks just outside my vision, with a whisk of a tail. She knows she is welcome, but never stays for more than an instant.
There is a ghost in my house.
She lurks just outside my vision, with a whisk of a tail. She knows she is welcome, but never stays for more than an instant.
There is a ghost in my house.
Labels: Pet tails
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*hugs*
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