Haunted Roommate: She's the Ghost Who Babysits Me
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"The PIN is your birthday. This is all the savings I had when I was alive. None of it was from insider trading. Use it to pay the electricity bill for me."
I picked up the card. Then, unable to hold it in anymore, I sank to the floor and broke down, sobbing. I cried for a long time before I finally managed to stand up.
I wiped my tears away and looked around the apartment that now belonged to me. It was quiet and empty, even a little cold.
I felt a bit lonely, but I was no longer the same Leo Colson who used to agonize over coupons worth a few dollars. I walked to the window and looked down at the traffic flowing past below.