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Zoerawrr 
"Myrtle," Jake exclaimed, a tad meekly, still sitting on his sink. He thought he could smell, like, damp or something, but he was in a bathroom... so... well... would you inhale deeply in the boy's bathroom?
'zactly.
"I..." trailing off, Jake directed his gaze at the ghosts eyes, ready for whenever she decided to make eye contact. "I've been looking for you... erm..."
Awwwwkwarrrrrrrd.
*sniff*
"You left me letters everywhere but Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Can't write back." Myrtle pointed out and floated out of the sink and into a stall, poking her head out and peering at him.
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cedricdiggory Cedric entered the boy's bathroom.Myrtle was there,sneaking again.AGAIN!."Hiya!Myrtle.What's the feeling of seeing gorgeous boys in their own bathroom."He grinned,Rude side of him.
He heard that myrtle was talking about her 'cry' thing.
"Of course you are,cause they aren't overacting criers."He murmured.
"They are! They aaaaaaare!" Myrtle moaned. "They cry loud and long and make the lake horrible! Every time I visit Barty, all I hear is cry cry cryyyy
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy."
That was Myrtle's job!
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Monkey Princess William nodded eagerly, "Of course you do! I don't like it when you cry but it sounds like music when I hear it." He replied hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way.
William turned as another boy waked in and frowned. "Be nice to her." he glowered before turning back to Myrtle and blushing.
Myrtle floated out of the stall and right up to William's side, preening. "Like muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusic?"