Whisker-Nyan-Nyan: A cat or a ghost? Mysteries abound! All we know is snuggling; it goes way beyond the norm and is profound! How is this feline special, you ask? Well, all felines are extraordinary, don't you know? They make your heart twerk! Eliza is in love with this elusive creature. She snuggles and cuddles; it's her ultimate feature! We love her for loving this puzzling furball. Though it's baffling and mysterious, we're all under its thrall!
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Larisa and I approached the door with grace, and as we did, she leaned in, her voice barely a whisper in my left ear. "Her hair... it smells amazing!"
I eagerly opened the door, and my face lit up with sheer joy when I saw both Eliza and Ashlyn patiently waiting for me outside. My eyes began to well up, touched by their unwavering friendship. I truly had wonderful friends, and it warmed my heart from the inside out.
"Eliza!" I called out, trying to get her attention. "Eliza?" I asked as I approached her. "Eliza! Ashlyn!" I finally reached them, but I noticed they were both engrossed in their phones, completely unaware of my presence.
"Ah, Lillian! You're back, and you're with Larisa. I had totally forgotten about your newly acquainted ghost friend," Eliza said with a smile.
She forgot? "Yes, because a walking, talking human ghost girl is totally forgettable," I thought sarcastically to myself.
Eliza nudged Ashlyn, making her finally put down her phone, and said, "Lillian's ghost friend is quite pretty, isn't she just?"
Ashlyn regarded me with a crestfallen and disapproving gaze, her words faltering slightly as she remarked, "Y-you... changed your outfit... why? You looked so splendid before. What a pity to have unadorned yourself."
"Yes, Lillian! Why did you change?!" Eliza jumped in to ask me.
Hello! Look, there's a ghost right here, and they are still obsessing over that blooming towel! Hoping to change the topic, I explained, "I just didn't want to ruin such a fantastic outfit. Since we were heading to an abandoned house, which was bound to be dirty, I thought it would be best to wear something I didn't mind getting soiled." I wished I had chosen a different word instead of "soiled" right after saying it.
After a long, judging stare from Ashlyn, she said, "That is quite smart!" Ashlyn exclaimed, "I knew you had smarts." She fiddled with her shades, but decided to leave them on top of her head, using them as a makeshift hairband to secure her hair in place. She did it flawlessly, and whenever she did it, her hair looked effortlessly perfect.
I hoped Larisa would allow herself to be visible to Ashlyn. She already seemed to like her, so I didn't see any reason why she shouldn't do so.
Larisa gracefully levitated in front of Ashlyn, her face donning an expression reminiscent of an endearing puppy, silently pleading, "Aren't I simply adorable? Please take a moment to notice me and shower me with your affection. Would you kindly cherish and caress me under my chin?"
Ashlyn gazed at her with her jaw elegantly poised, utterly astonished. "Oh, my starrs! You're absolutely right, Eliza. She's simply a stunning creature! I must have a picture of this utterly adorable ghost girl!"
I never knew she could levitate, but in hindsight, it seemed obvious considering she was a ghost.
Larisa, feeling quite proud, began to walk through my walls as if her clothes were soaked in starch, making it impossible for her to bend her back. She waddled through like a proud penguin, swaying from side to side. I doubted Larisa had ever seen a catwalk video before; this was definitely not how a lady should walk. Is she trying to impress Ashlyn with this walk? Ashlyn always walked with perfect posture, fluidity, and grace, holding her head up high.
Ashlyn was about to say something, and I wasn't sure whether it would be positive or negative. Her lips were firmly pursed, and her expression was incredibly ambiguous, making it hard to gauge her emotions. Just as she began to speak, her phone suddenly rang. "Hold that thought," she said, "this call might be something important."
I looked at Larisa and shrugged.
All of Ashlyn's posture and grace instantly vanished when her attention was buried in her device. She hunched over and kept her head down, completely engrossed in the digital world.
I anticipated that she would be thoroughly impressed with my ghost friend, imagining her completely amazed and awestruck by the ethereal presence and captivating beauty of a ghostly girl. Encountering a real-life ghost was an extraordinary experience for Ashlyn—it was just another Tuesday for her, except it was Monday.
We had no interest in listening to Ashlyn's phone conversation; it was just too loud and invasive for our ears. "You're having a Barbie party? I have no interest in attending such an affair. I'm a grown-butt woman! Dolls are not my thing, and I already have my own line of doll toys. I know I look way better than this Barbie wannabe."
On the other end of the phone, there was a person who was excessively loud and speaking rapidly. None of it sounded like actual words; it just sounded like somebody was going for the world record for saying every letter of the alphabet in the quickest time possible.
"A barbecue party? Why didn't you say so? You said 'Barbie.' How was I meant to know what you were talking about? The answer is still no!" With frustration evident, she then slid her phone into the pocket of her black miniskirt, but the sheer weight of the phone caused the skirt to droop significantly. With a quick adjustment, she pulled the skirt back up to its correct position and returned her attention to us. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, the ghost girl. We've given her enough attention; let's move on. And, ghost girl, you really need to consider wearing something better than... this," Ashlyn gestured up and down at Larisa's attire.
Lillian butted in, saying, "She is a ghost. It's not like she can change her clothes or anything. The clothing is part of her."
"So, she never showers or changes her clothes? How tragic! The fashion afterlife must be in despair right now."
Ashlyn put on her shades, gracefully gliding away from them both, and Eliza glanced at both of us before giving us a big "whomp whomp." Ashlyn turned around when she realised we weren't walking with her and impatiently said, "We don't have all day; hurry yourselves."
"We don't have all day?" I thought to myself. 'We' just spent over an hour discussing a towel, followed by me spending another hour dealing with Larisa indoors and an additional 30 minutes chatting outside about absolute drivel.
I feel conflicted about whether or not I want to go on this journey now. Larisa runs ahead without me, so I guess I have no choice. Time to embark... em-meow... on an epic journey to meet this elusive cat, I guess. It doesn't hurt to have some new stuff to upload to my eBunnee page. I have the golden goose right now in front of me! A real, living, semi-living girl to get eBunnee-wide fame. But people just love cats, so let's record this so-called ghost cat, which isn't even a ghost. I guess there are worse things to waste your time on, like reading long books or meditating.
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