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"Shit, did my death really do this to you?" The ghost of Max asked, counting all of the boxes. "If you're referring to the countless empty box of chamomile tea bags, then yes." Cameron snorted, placing her hand on the desk. ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐รค๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐ต๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ต๐ง๐ช๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ'๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ, ๐๐ข๐น ๐รค๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ. ๐๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ต๐บ, ๐๐ต๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆr ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ด๐ฌ๐ช ๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ช๐ฅ-๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง-๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ข๐ด๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต, ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฑ: ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ.