Redd claimed she could speak to the dead.
Some warned she was off in the head.
“Dust off that old game—”
She croaked, “Ouija’s the name…”
Those ghosts sure left a whole lot unsaid.
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Hailey McKennon
Seattle-based, married, 27 year-old student—also working in the coffee industry. Lover of graphic novels, memoirs, Wes Anderson films, good food, classic cocktails, black coffee, and Washington wine. Check out my designs here.
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