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Immy is in love. Immy has a secret. Ghosts exist and the world is magic and there is an unreal boy whose real name she doesn’t even know with a ring made of hair in his mouth, and he loves Immy because she put it there.
Simple plans are good plans.
She’ll take what she can get and be happy about it, because love isn’t about convenience and frozen yogurt and real life. That isn’t what love is about.
All Immy wants, at that moment, is for Ainslie to be as happy as Immy is.
“I’ve never been in love before. I’ve never felt like this before.”
So Immy tells him everything.
pianos,
textbooks.
empty aquariums and old dentist chairs and boxes of Beanie Babies.
She could sneak into a house.
Those three lengths of hair, the two black pieces and the yellow. Apparently Immy isn’t the one who gave Ainslie’s Ghost Boyfriend a real ghost—she’s the one who gave Ainslie’s Ghost Boyfriend two ghosts.
This isn’t her love story.
Nobody has noticed the little bruises on Immy’s neck. You can hardly see them.
Immy is looking pretty good. She’s a succubus.

