One morning I said to my mum’‘Mum do you remember when Lucy died?”, yes.’‘mum can you tell me the story?’‘ sure, mum said. And this is how it started. Lucy had just came out of the supermarket and suddenly Lucy‘s heart stopped beating. “Poor her that would be horrible.’‘yes it was.” Mum I'm just going to go to sleep to forget about it. Ok mum said. A couple of days later she forgot about it. The next day she remembered again. Mum I can’t forget this story. At bedtime Lucy’s ghost was in my room. I was amazed. I told mum, then we were happy again.
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