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Six Million Dollar Man
Guest
Original poster
Harry Foreman was still asleep on a sunny summer morning. His entire body was covered by a blanket, as he poked his tired head and its tired little eyes, medium length brown hair and frown from under the covers to see nothing but the still darkened room. He had received absolutely no sleep the other night, having went to bed at about 12:00AM.
Of course this was because he was up late trying to avoid the ghost which was outside his home. Though he wasn't sure where she went. Apparently she was attempting to enact some urban legend, like maybe if he rated her on her appearance, she'd yank out a tooth or something-- But wait. She failed. Just as she was about to speak, the bus had arrived, and Harry had climbed on, having ignored the ghost girl entity due to the fact his boss would probably have roasted him over an open fire if he didn't show up with a presentation for a client company. Oh, what drudgery life at the office was...
Of course this was because he was up late trying to avoid the ghost which was outside his home. Though he wasn't sure where she went. Apparently she was attempting to enact some urban legend, like maybe if he rated her on her appearance, she'd yank out a tooth or something-- But wait. She failed. Just as she was about to speak, the bus had arrived, and Harry had climbed on, having ignored the ghost girl entity due to the fact his boss would probably have roasted him over an open fire if he didn't show up with a presentation for a client company. Oh, what drudgery life at the office was...