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Thinking about what Dios Apate Minor must've been like for Gideon Prime, and like.

Imagine your dinner nearly killed you the other day because the new kid your boss will not let you stop trying to kill finally took matters into her own hands. Fair enough, you can respect that, you'd prefer not to be doing all this either. Your dead ex is haunting the body of your recently deceased coworker, suffice it to say you have other problems.

Then a day or two later everyone shows up to dinner dressed to the nines. Nobody thought to tell you there was a party going on. You feel a bit awkward, and then they break out the wine, and you just know it's all about to get Worse. Because now your coworkers are talking about their dead best friends, and you know that never ends well.

They start talking about your dead best friend, talking about her appearance like being hot was the only thing she deserves to be remembered for. You remember that she had at least a dozen nicknames for everyone. Sometimes it feels like she's still here with you, but you will never find out for certain. All you have left is her green eyes in your face.

They still won't let you forget about your ex, either, refusing to let you live down a relationship you only half remember. You're still the only one who knows she's here. You're convinced that the new kid knows more than she says, but you have no way of confirming this.

You leave long before the threesome starts. You've got too much unfinished business to sit around talking about ghosts.