once upon time, there littel beauitful ghost

once upon time, there littel beauitful ghost her name Nalola, she is want to take her time in a moment.

she likes to play games with real people, on evening she went to the beach.

She went to the beach to forget about Jerry and his lies. She hadn't caught him cheating, really, but she might as well have. She was going to hang out on this beach until Jerry

repented of his false prophets and speaking in tongues. She'd looked in that decrepit church's shattered window and seen Jerry shaking and jumping and holding a golden snake statu

e, so it was shocking to see him like this. His conversion was enough to launch a jihad so the-people-who-enjoy-terrorizing-the-lives-of-others-with-religion-as-an-excuse huddled

as through the mist emerged a gigantic mechanised child's doll with rocket launchers for fingers. It stumbled towards the wanna-be-world-dominators wrecking havock as it went. It

Was two years later, when this folding story was finished, that the losses were felt. It was a ripple effect, actually. And it cut like a knife. How to process that? I didn't know.

Nor did I, Futique, know all the losses that must continue who knows how much longer because I arrived too early to end this story. That will be in the hands of the next folder. I

wash my hands of the whole fiasco. If anyone asks, I wasn't there. I am going to change my name and move to another planet. Meanwhile, Weird Old Auntie Bess got out her dustpan.