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He was a paranormal investigator. Yes, a ghost hunter, although he never liked to use that terminology. As far as he was concerned, it was inappropriate. He didn__ really hunt ghosts, although he did search for them.

He blamed television, movies, and books for his love of ghosts. It was a fascination that__ been with him since his youth. He always loved watching or reading anything that had to do with ghosts and haunted locations, especially historic sites like New Orleans, Salem, Tombstone, Gettysburg, and Old San Juan.

Come on in. The water__ fine.

Each of these patients counts on us to help them to the best of our abilities. We have an obligation to them. We shouldn__ turn our backs on them and give up. It__ not fair to them, nor is it fair to ourselves.

We just wanted to see whose dick was in yer mouth. Call it curiosity.

Cemeteries can be creepy, creepy, __pecially at night.

Baby, I__ so sorry. You know I wouldn__ feel right, if I ran away from my responsibilities. I__ have to live with that decision for the rest of my life. My being in the war could save lives. My running away will only save mine. It__ a selfish decision to make. I__l come back to you. I promise.

Rini moved in to kiss him, but on his cheek. She gave him two pecks on his right cheek and one more on his left, which caused him to blush. __hree kisses, huh?__he beamed at him and nodded when she explained, __o_ Faith, Hope, an_ Charity.

Hey, ghosts are nothing to laugh at! Whether or not you believe in them, they__e out there. I__e seen them. I__e even heard them.

He tensed up at the thought of going back to work. Avoid stressful thoughts, he reminded himself. There was no need to rush his vacation thinking about such foul things as coming back home or going back to work. The vacation had only just begun and it was going to be a good one.