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| What is this! CEMETERY! Why am I HERE! | |
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| Johnny, Johnny, do not be afraid. I am your friend. Come to me! Look at me! | |
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| Come Johnny, COME! Hahaha! | |
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| NO, you are not my friend, you will never be my friend! I hate ghosts, I hate YOU! | |
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