( an exaggerated groan, and kimberly follows him aboard the trolley — the same stupid, annoying, idiotic trolley that she had been stuck on for almost an hour the last time she had tried to take it across town, no less — shaking her head nearly the entire time until she settles in the bench seat next to robbie. )
I hate you, ghosts.
( they don't seem very happy about her outburst either, bobbing up and down and looking nearly purple in the process. )
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I hate you, ghosts.
( they don't seem very happy about her outburst either, bobbing up and down and looking nearly purple in the process. )
And God, I hate this trolley.