First, I love the idea of it actually being mid-afternoon that is a good time to see ghosts. This time of year, there is something unmooring about the heat. Second, I have no fucking idea what the potato-eating woman means, or if she even means anything, but something about it creeps the shit out of me.
And third, I aspire to be a Professor of Ghost-o-logy. I cannot even imagine how awesome it would be to run into a Professor of Ghost-o-logy emeritus.
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