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The cholera ghosts all stared at the dirt.
“Nice going, Dirk,” Nancy yelled.
The other ghost got annoyed, “This was your idea.”
Nancy shook her head, “Now is not the time to point fingers. We need a plan.”
“Umm, we weren't here.” One ghost suggested.
“Where were we then? Detroit?” Nancy asked. “Detroit is a city, I learned that from upstairs.”
“We know what Detroit is, you just wanted to rub the fact that you are upstairs.” Stuart sighed.
“Perhaps.”
Dirk chimed in, “We are getting off-topic. Let's just say he went on a stroll.”
There were murmurs of agreement.
“Alright, it's decided. I'll go upstairs to avoid suspicion, and if they catch on I’ll say that Stuart did it.”
“What did I do you?”
“Give me Cholera!”
“That's fair.”