She tucks her face against my chest in a poor attempt to hide her smile, only to pull back after a sniffle. “What happened to your cologne?” I nearly trip over my own feet. “What?” “The one you wore on the day of the car accident?” Of all the questions to ask… “Oh, yeah. I ran out.” Good job putting that one brain cell to work. “Hm.” She falls quiet. “I have an idea.” I speak a little too fast. “What?” “What if we burn down the house?” She clutches the fabric of my shirt with her good hand. “No!” “But we could be saving the world from super-spiders.” “And anger the ghosts who live here? Hell
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