GHOST STORY
Following a brisk workout on the racket ball court, the Ghost of Christmas Past and the Ghost of Christmas Future lay sprawled on the bench in front of their lockers.
“That reminds me of a game in 1922,” said the Ghost of Christmas Past.
“I don’t care. Next Thursday is really going to be something,” said the Ghost of Christmas Future.
“Hey, guys, is this a beautiful day or what? Don’t you just feel that springtime bliss seeping all into you? I know I do,” said the Ghost of Christmas Present with a big fat grin plastered across his face.
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