My friend, Elliott, has discovered a cemetery close by that she swears is haunted. I think that sounds pretty silly, myself, but she says that she's "seen" things there. And that she's even talked to ghosts. I have no idea what one might talk to a ghost about. I mean, it rules out most of your idle conversational topics, such as, "Some weather we're having," and "Did you see the price of gas this morning?" I guess if anybody can talk to ghosts, it'll be Elliott, though. Yesterday we had a bizarro conversation about (of all things!) death. She thinks death will be like returning to your mother's bosom (or some such crap). Personally, I plan on avoiding death indefinitely. I didn't really care for my mother much, anyway; have no plans on ever viewing that cleavage again. Anyway, faithful friend that I am (or maybe just bored-out-of-my-skull girl that I am), I've decided to document Elliott's experiences in the cemetery. Maybe I can capture some ghosts on film, or better yet, prove to Elliott that no such thing exists.
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