AFTERLIFE
Ami was a bit of a crap ghost, really. She’d never really been noticed, or noticeable, really, in life. Working quietly at her job, living quietly in her tiny apartment. Paying her bills quietly and without fuss… hell, she even used the self-checkout lane at the grocery so she wouldn’t bother anyone. That’s how she went about the afterlife. She read books over people’s shoulders, mostly. She hated waiting for them to turn the page, but she didn’t want to be a bother. There were worse places to haunt, than a library. Still, she knew she wasn’t doing it right.
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