Mark died before we got married, but he was a ghost and I could still talk to him every day. I was disappointed that he couldn't have the tasty lollies I'd bought for him. Then I went to a shopping centre, but I couldn't get my car to drive up the very steep ramp to the car parks so I dumped my car in front of the ramp and rode a donkey into an elevator. When I got to the right floor an old art teacher from highschool was standing in a strange sculpture/water feature of crystal shards. He was painting feathers with purple paint and a paint brush the size of a broom.
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