Rafi smiled, closed his laptop, and picked up Misteri Nyi Blorong once more. The jasmine was still there. And for the first time in three years, the old house didn’t feel so empty.
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The ghosts in your stories are less scary than you. You always make me laugh. “Misteri Nyi Blorong
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