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(Sssaaaammmmeeee)
(Sssaaaammmmeeee)
(Mine is 95)
(It's 79. But it was like 93 earlier. Storms rolling in.)
(Yeah but I like, never leave my house. I'm aight)
(I’m forced to leave my house ssooo I’m not alright…)
(Has Sly been back at all?)
(Idk Sly likes to leave a lot cough)
(You talking bout me? Huh?)
(No. Talking about Sly)
(…..Mmmmkay.)
(Lol.)
(Hello)
((SLY))
(HI!)
(TYTY)
(Is Rory still with Ry?)
(Yepperoo)
“What would want to haunt you?” Ryan seemed determined that this was no coincidence.
Rory shrugged. "My parents? I don't know…"
"You know, humans die from a lot of things." Lloyd thought aloud. "They're quite delicate, don't you think?"
Lillian bit her lip and nodded, "Yeah. They really are."
“Did your parents, uhhh, Die?”
"Yyyyyes." Rory cleared his throat. "They died when I was three."
"Like, they only live roughly 70 years in terms of old age. However, their spirits live on forever, whether that be in Heaven or in Hell. I don't know exactly what happens to angels, but I think they can either be resurrected if found or they just vanish into nonbeing."
Lillian felt a tear roll down her cheek, "Can we not talk about death right now?"
"Hmm? Yeah, sure. What do you want to talk about?"
Lillian shrugged. Her voice was weak, "Anything but that."
"Uh… okay. Why is it that none of you human's animals can fly? Excluding birds of course, as they visit the heavens."
"Yyyyyes." Rory cleared his throat. "They died when I was three."
”Right, Uhh sorry. Do you think it’s a possibility?”
Lillian chuckled, "Well we just weren't given wings to fly. But we made our own way by creating airplanes."
"Maybe? Either that or it's a random ghost…"
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