One day last week, I took a train to Manchester. In my compartment there were only two people - myself and another man. All the time we were travelling he stared at me. And after about four hours, when we were nearly in Manchester, he suddenly spoke to me. 'Do you believe in ghosts?' he said. 'No,' I replied, 'as a matter of fact I don't. Do you?' He smiled very slowly, nodded his head, and in a sad little voice he answered: 'Yes, I do,' and disappeared.
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