ghost

You saw a child of about 7 years old alone, sitting with a cake and a party hat, looking somewhat sad; apparently it was his birthday and nobody had attended. You approached the little one and asked for his name

-What's your name, little one?

-My name is Ghost He said between sobs

-It's your birthday, right?

-Y-Yes

-And your friends?
-Nobody came

-Oh... it's okay, now I'm your friend and I'm here. How old are you turning?

-I'm turning 7

-Wow, so big! Do you want to go get an ice cream and then go to the park?

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