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“It’s not bullshit if it’s true.” She sat at the table. When he made a face at her, she gave her head a slight shake and asked, “What?”

“There you are,” he replied, “a ghost in my very own kitchen and looking as normal as a basket of fruit.”

[She] laughed. “A basket of fruit?”

He opened a beer and sat across from her. “I feel better. You can go now.”

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.