<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">"No, you're dead."<br/>
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She shivered. God, she hadn't expected him to reach out and touch her. This was absurd. How could he touch her if he was dead? <br/>
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"I need to talk to my friend about this. You're really dead, Eric." She hesitantly placed a hand on his chest, her own heart breaking when she felt no heartbeat. Go figure. She pulled back and sighed. "I guess I'm stuck. I don't know how to reverse the spell. You will help me though?" Caillen questioned, hopeful that her brother knew the answers to her profound mediumship. She walked over to her bed and opened the night stand drawer. A piece of gum wrapped in silver tinfoiil was pulled out. Caillen popped the gum in her mouth and tossed the trash back in the drawer. "Do ghosts eat? Can they taste anything?" she asked.<br/>
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Ever since the crash, Caillen had tried to push it all behind her and get on with life straight away, but now that Eric was here, it would be hard to do that. She had to accept the fact that he wasn't really there. He wasn't really brought back from the dead, just in some weird place where he felt real and looked real. She blew a bubble and sank into her red silken bedsheets and mandala comforter. The electricity she felt coursing through her veins was a pleasant feeling; strange, but pleasant. The room was an absolute mess, not that Eric seemed to mind (unless he was faking it). He probably couldn't even feel anything beneath his feet.<br/>
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"I'm sorry my room's a mess. You can hang out here." She patted the spot beside her. "Mom and dad can't even see you anyways. Tell me what it's like... being dead, that is. I mean, if you want to. You don't have to, of course." <br/>
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