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A LETTER TO MY CREATOR

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Ghost said to me,"ITS NOT FOR CERTAIN                                        BUT I'M QUIET SENSITIVE,SO LET'S BE CAREFUL."

I said to ghost,"I SEE I'M SORRY."

Ghost said,"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING                           ABOUT EXACTLY?"

I said,"WELL....CANADA WAS VERY PRETTY.
             I'D BE HAPPY THERE?

I WAS HAPPY FOR A LITTLE BET.
I WAS THINKING ABOUT THAT AND I THOUGHT YOU NATURALLY.
HE WEARS EXPENSIVE CLOTHES.
HE WEARS AN EVEN MORE EXPENSIVE WATCH.
THE HOTEL LOOKED LIKE IT WAS HIS.
HE HAS ALL THE NICE THINGS BUT
.
.
.
.
WHY DOES HE LOOKS SAD?
MY THOUGHT FLOWED LIKE THAT."

Ghost said,"ANYWAY,WHY ARE YOU.                                     WONDERING? 
AROUND THIS LATE AT NIGHT?"

I asked,"HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?"

Ghost said,"I WISH I DON'T KNOW.
                     I CAN GOING TO HOME RIGHT NOW."

(The ghost went with me to reach the house with me.
i was walking along with him with my bicycle on foot.)

Ghost said walking,"I'M WALKING WITH                                             YOU SO I CAN DIGEST WHAT I ATE."

I said,"I KNOW YOU ALREADY TOLD ME.
            YOU MUST HAVE HAD A BIG DINNER."

Ghost said,"I DON'T WANT YOU TO                                       MISUNDERSTAND."

I said,"YOU ALREADY SAID THAT THREE.                    TIMES.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME WITH ME."

Ghost said,"YOU SAID THAT THREE TIMES                         TOO."

(My house has come. The ghost disappeared.

And my brother ate dinner together with me.
i talked to Papa mummi.
I came to my room and slept.)

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