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[mediator_suze]

Okay, so who here knows anything about drugs? Specifically marijuana.

This guy died in a car accident the other day and so of course I run into his ghost after school. And what's the thing keeping him tethered to the earth? His stash. He doesn't want his mom to find it. Of all the stupid things...

Well anyways. He needs me to get into his room

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[8fingerswhiskey]

How old is he? or well... was he?

And I'd flush it, if I were you.

[8fingerswhiskey]

Oh, shit. Yeah that'd annoy the hell out of me too.

[mediator_suze]

Especially when we're the only ones who could see him. Couldn't exactly go complain to the management.

[8fingerswhiskey]

Yeah, don't think that would work too well...

[mediator_suze]

Nope. So we had to leave early and listen to what he had to say.

[8fingerswhiskey]

You deal with this all the time?

[mediator_suze]

It comes and goes. Some months there's ghosts everywhere that need our help, then others we're free and clear.

[8fingerswhiskey]

Hell, dunno if I could ever stand that much.

[mediator_suze]

I don't have much of a choice. I just deal with them and get on with things.

[8fingerswhiskey]

Well since you're the only one who can seem them, I guess that's the only option you've got.

[mediator_suze]

Pretty much. And if I don't do anything they'll just keep bugging me.

[8fingerswhiskey]

Well, at least you help 'em out. There's one plus.

[mediator_suze]

I guess. Some I feel good about helping, because you know, they're actually nice, but for the most part it's a pain to do.

[8fingerswhiskey]

Well, it take sup your time. Of course.