'You're what?'; a rabbit asked a stranger at midnight's hour

'Why, I'm the ghost of the sorrowful girl,

the stranger replied

'and never did I suppose that rabbits could talk'

'They can't', the rabbit replied

' I too am a ghost. A ghost from the mind

of that sorrowful girl'

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