David realized being a ghost was lonely, his job, collect souls from people. He quickly had the largest pile of souls of any ghost. Then he met a new ghost, Claudia, they became fast friends. He bragged about his pile of souls. David did not seem like that kind of ghost. David lead her to his pile of souls where she began to giggle. David didn’t understand, Claudia explained the difference between Souls and soles. David giggled, he couldn’t steal a soul, but he could steal a sole. They continued stealing soles, creating a mountain, and live happily ever after.
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Eric Stolpestad
Train dogs for a living. Raised Batavia Illinois, Single dad with wonderful kids. Diagnosed dyslexic at 6, told writing will help reading. Waging war on blank paper one stroke at a time ever since. New to sharing. I hope you enjoy. Love!
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