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If anyone knows any special ways of apologizing to a ghost, please let me know.

(The story is: yesterday afternoon, me and Gina and Kitana were watching something on the History Channel about ghosts, and we got to talking and Gina told us about a ghost that she used to see when she was a kid, all the way up until she grew up and moved to Jersey, and her sister saw it and her aunt and her grandmother. And I scoffed and said that stories like that are always second- and third-hand, and that there are always rational explanations and it's no coincidence that you see them when you're in bed because you're dreaming, etc. Later on we went to Circuit City and Gina handed me twenty dollars for something and I put it in my wallet. Not twenty minutes later I took out my wallet and it was gone. I looked everywhere. I turned everything inside-out. I retraced my steps. The twenty never reappeared. This morning I got to work early because I left from Mint Manor, and so I had breakfast in the Lemon-Lime diner. After the waitress gave me the check, I took out my wallet. There was another twenty-- a different one-- I had taken out the day before (AFTER losing the first one at Circuit City), a five and two singles. I put the two singles on the table and put the wallet away, got my coat on, etc. Then I took the check to the front counter and opened the wallet and the twenty was gone. Yes, the wallet is falling apart and there's a hole in it, but I spent fifteen minutes emptying my bag, pockets and everything else I could empty. I crawled around the sticky diner floor. The twenty had vanished. Two twenties in two days. No. I believe in ghosts now, I do. I may be prone to losing things but never two twenties in two days in the exact same manner both times. The Man in the Black Cape turned my wallet into a Twenty-Dollar-Bill Vortex to punish me for scoffing at Gina's story.)

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