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She squeezed his arm, heading home.
"They're just paintings."
"Nooo.."
He frowned. "Fine. But now you know that I will be upset with you."
"Good thing I'm here!"
"It'll fine."
"No, no. What kind of movies do you like?"
He crossed his arms with a frown.
"I know everything there is. I've seen all the movies."
"Diana.."
"Perfect."
"That's not how ghosts work."
"Diana. You should have thought about this."
He came over. "That's too bad."
"How do you know?"
"Be old."
"Diana, I'm serious. If you want to waste it by dumping it out, then you're going to eat more if you're hungry."
"What about the paranormal ones?"
She tilted her head before taking his arm. "I would never."
"Sit. You're going to have more porridge."
