Anna screams just as loud as I do, as a random stack of nachos come out of nowhere and slap me in the face. For Pete’s sake! This is a tense situation, and she’s ruining that! “Why are you driving?!” I shout at her. “How are you driving?!” “Because you can’t have a fast getaway if you’re doing the speed limit!” she snaps. “And I have ghost powers, eejit!” Another scream comes out of us both when she takes another curve. Her scream turns into diabolical laughter, as she lifts her hands so high they pass through the roof. “Look ma! No hands!” That, of course, only makes me scream louder, even
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