[Ghosts! Ghosts climb out of mirrors. And there's already an all too familiar laugh coming eerily from somewhere close by. He freezes, eyeing it warily.]
What? How old are you exactly?
[Too young to have a thirty-seven year old man cowering behind her, surely.
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[Ghosts! Ghosts climb out of mirrors. And there's already an all too familiar laugh coming eerily from somewhere close by. He freezes, eyeing it warily.]
What? How old are you exactly?
[Too young to have a thirty-seven year old man cowering behind her, surely.
But also-- Buggy isn't really above it.]