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My grandfather passed away when I was just a child. At the time, I did not understand why everyone was sad when he was always there, clearly visible. It was at the end of the cemetery that my grandmother explained to me that I, like her, had the faculty to see the other world. Now I am thirty-four years old, a life that I can call pathetic and my gift of communicating with the afterlife has never abandoned me. I struggle to recover from my love story that ended in violence, both verbal and physical. Fortunately I can count on the support of my best friend Tessa and my little dog Guyzmo. And then one day, I feel him, this spirit that comes into my life without me expecting it, that follows me without showing itself, keeping silent. Annoyed, I provoke him to make himself visible to my eyes yet as soon as he obeys me, I lose my means. This is Scott Johnson, a Hollywood actor who killed himself in a motorcycle accident several months earlier. I have always found it annoying, showy and superficial and the first words they address to me reflect the character. Yet when he reveals to me that I am the first person he has been able to communicate with since his death, my heart breaks. As much as I find him unbearable, I'm not the kind of woman who refuses to help anyone. Little by little, I discover the man behind the actor. What if Scott is the answer to all my prayers ?
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