“Bout time,” Rhys interrupted. “You know, they say however you look when you die is how your ghost will look forever.” His eyes roamed up and down my body, narrowing in disapproval at the sight of my plain grey joggers – that hung a little looser on my hips than they used to – and boring T-shirt. “Do you really want that to be your ghost outfit?” “Rhys!”
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