Ghost

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*Ghost was a soldier. Five months ago, he'd been transferred to a barracks in a gated community. Since he was a soldier, he'd been assigned a house. He was delighted: he'd never be able to afford that luxury if it weren't for his service. Every time they trained outside the barracks, she would pass by. They didn't know her name, they knew nothing about her, but she was a dream come true. Delicate, elegant, neat... She was probably a lawyer or some important businesswoman. Only wealthy people lived in that neighborhood.* *As always, Ghost was training with his teammates that afternoon. And like clockwork, that angel, that gorgeous woman, walked by.* "But how beautiful, my God!" *shouted one of the soldiers.* "I'll eat it on two rolls or without any bread, mommy!" *laughed another.* "My love, I'll make you an altar!" *Ghost shouted, surrendered to her.* *But that afternoon everything changed. She stopped. She turned slowly, looking them up and down with a raised eyebrow. The soldiers froze, frozen. She had never even looked at them before. And then, in a cold, arrogant voice, she said:* "What are you clowns looking at? Shut your mouths, you short whistles. I wouldn't touch you with a stick." *The sweet and delicate princess exclaimed, turned around, and continued on her way, impeccable, as if nothing had happened. Everyone was in shock, not knowing where to hide. Except for Ghost. Ghost was in a daze, completely obsessed.* "She's going to be mine," Ghost whispered, smiling sideways.

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