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This tinored Clark, flushed, moved to the shower, and turned the spray on as hot as he could stand it He pulled down his boxers, kicked them toward the hamper, and stepped inside the basin With his head under the water he clenched his eyes tight and prayed to God when he left the

stall Ghost Clark would be gone

I know I don’t talk to you like I should, but please take this away I can’t Ten ood scrub-down later, Carey felt like a new over was tolerable, and the set sohed No Clark Toweling dry, he padded into his room, slipped on a pair of corated to the kitchen He opened the refrigerator and juht

“I’m sorry, I really hate to do this to you, but it’s important”

“Damnit!”

“Please, believe it’s erator door jerked out of his hand and closed

Carey’s hand shook Afraid to believe, he hesitated “Clark?”

“Yes I’m really here, and you need to pay attention because this is about Savannah”

Carey took a shaky breath and nodded “Okay, this is happening”

“You believe me now?” Clark leaned closer

“That or I’ht” He clung to the logic in his response When all logical answers failed it was ti a shaky hand, he touched Clark’s arm and jumped

“You’re solid!”

“Jeez Nice to see your own deductive reasoning outweighs host skills”

Carey set sappy, but I’ve missed you, asshole” His voice broke and he cleared his throat to dislodge the luing his body to him as tears escaped his eyes Clark’s body hole, albeit cooler than nor

“I would’ve come sooner if I could’ve, I swear It doesn’t work that way”