It was a cold winter’s night, and the smoky apparition craved dearly for a smoke.
Her gorgeous lifeless eyes fell upon a red neon sign reading: Tobacco Shop
Passing through the doors, she made her way right to the counter and placed her ruby earring on it.
“My good man, I would like a large packet of phantom cigarettes please and I am willing to exchange my earing for it.”
“We only serve the real deal here, my dear belated ma’am,” The old manager said.
“That is such a rude thing to say, spirits are the real deal too, you know,” Said the offended blue-eyed ghost.
“You can find those in the wine shop next to the apple orchard, ma’am,” The old man said conclusively.
(Phantom cigarettes are an Indian brand of candy cigarettes)
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