“Cleaning?” “It’s better if you don’t ask,” I said. It took him a moment before he realized what I was saying. “Oh no,” he said. “Fuck that. I call shotgun. I’m not sitting in your bodily fluids.” “You won’t,” I said, glaring. “That’s why I’m cleaning.” “Still can’t do it,” he said. “It’s just…ghost come then. If you can see it with a black light, it’s not gone, Zahariev.”
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