Geiger Counter

Geiger Counter


When I was a kid, I tried to get a ghost to help me be good at baseball.

The person I cared about most in the world had died. She wasn’t technically a relative, not a mother or grandmother, but she was actually something more. She lived next door to us on the farm.



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