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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 150

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 150

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 150

warning…adult content

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As Steve waited for Ghost to explain why he was not happy with anything, Ghost shrugged and said, “I can be in a bad mood if I want to.”

“Yeah, but why today? Did I upset you about something earlier?” Steve asked.

“No, it’s not you, Steve. I just feel like something is off, with me. It’s like I forgot to do something, or I’m missing some piece of a puzzle…just a kind of empty, sick feeling inside,” Ghost said, then sighed.

“I…I think I can’t do the mind stuff, anymore, Steve. I think it went away. Why is it gone away?”

“What are you talking about…your psychic mind reading stuff?” Steve asked. “You think you can’t do it anymore? That’s not something you just lose, I don’t think.”

“Well, maybe you can…my head feels like mush inside, and I don’t like it, and I’m worried about it, and…and..I don’t know why…and that’s because I can’t get any sense back,” Ghost said, trying to explain the feeling.

Steve almost laughed, but knew Ghost was scared and serious about it. But then, Ghost losing his senses was kind of a funny statement. He bit his tongue to keep from laughing, while thinking of something encouraging to say.

“It’s not funny, Steve. I lost my senses, not my sense…there’s a difference, ya know,” Ghost said.

“Wait, wait…I didn’t say anything, Ghost. You just now read my mind. You’re fine; you didn’t lose anything…sense or senses.”

“Really…I did?”

“Yeah, really,” Steve said. He was smiling now.

“So the demon didn’t steal it from me, after all?” Ghost asked, still not sure.

“Huh? What are you talking about now,” Steve asked, still confused.

“I thought the evil spirit got my senses out of me when it scratched me, ’cause I’ve been feeling weird, ever since.”

Steve tried hard not to think, but everything Ghost said kept having more than one meaning to him. This time it was that Ghost was just now feeling weird, when he’d been weird all his life.

“Stop it, Steve, you know what I mean,” Ghost said. He was getting upset, now.

“Sorry, sorry…I can’t help what pops into my head, Ghost. So, you’re fine…stop worrying, you’re reading my mind almost before I can even think it.”

“But, why do I feel so crappy, then?” Ghost asked.

“Dude, it’s because you’re tired…I’m tired, we all went through a bunch of shit, then slept so long, we lost a whole day. Then we ran around all day, in town, and we haven’t even eaten anything. You have a right to feel like crap. I feel like crap, too,” Steve said. He scrubbed his hands over his face, and into his hair. “It’s just been stressful for so long, building up to that séance, ya know. The adrenalin was pumping so high and now, it’s over, and we’re crashing. That’s all. We just need to chill for a few days.”

“You’re probably right, Steve, but what about having to go see Trevor, tonight?”

“We’ll call and say we can’t make it over there. We’ll tell ’em we’re chillin’ for a few days, and we’re fine, and we’ll see them later on. That’s the truth of it, and whatever it is can wait,” Steve said. “I’m calling them now, then we’re fixing us a decent meal, and relaxing the rest of tonight, and however long we need, ok?”

As Steve went inside, to make the phone call, Ghost was feeling a little less worried, but he figured he should practice his mind reading some more, but there wasn’t anyone, or anything to practice on, except Steve. He went inside to listen to the phone conversation.

Steve was punching in Trevor’s number, but after several rings, he got no answer. “Well, guess I’ll call Kinsey, then,” he said, as he tried the number to the club. Frowning, he hung up. “That’s weird…no answer there, either. Where is everybody?”

He looked at Ghost, as if waiting for Ghost to do his thing, and sense where they were. “Well…getting any cosmic vibes?” he asked.

Ghost closed his eyes, to concentrate. He turned toward the direction of town, sharpening his focus.  “Ok…ok…there…I can barely tell, but Kinsey is over at Terry’s. They’re talking about their vacation. Oh…we do need to go over there, to give them the surprise,” Ghost said.

“Tomorrow, maybe…” Steve said. “What about Trevor and Zach?”

“Just, uh…wait…” Ghost said, “yeah, they’re at the motel…their phone is tuned off, and, uh-oh.” Ghost’s eyes flew open.

“What, what did you see?” Steve asked.

“Well, I didn’t want to know any more…they’re kinda busy, ya know…with each other.” Ghost was actually blushing.

“Dude, you can see that?” Steve asked.

Ghost shrugged. “Well, not really see it…just know it.”

Steve cleared his throat. “Guess your shit is working just fine, then. Is it fun to do that…to kind of spy on people?”

“I don’t spy on people, Steve,” Ghost said.

“You just did,” Steve said.

“You wanted me to find them, though. I don’t go around doing that, hardly ever. I try to block stuff like that out, and besides, it’s none of my business. I wouldn’t want anyone spying on us, so I don’t do it to them.”

“But, you could if you wanted to, right?”

Ghost nodded.

“Man, I wish I could be you for just one day, to see how you do these things. That’d be so cool.”

“You’d freak out, and you know it.” Ghost laughed at the thought. “Remember back at that graveyard, when you did do it?”

“Yeah, that was pretty weird, but guess I’d get used to it,” Steve said, thinking back to that day. “Well, enough of that…I’ll try calling again, later.” He went into the kitchen. “I’m finding us something good for supper…a whole meal. Wanna help?”

“Ok, guess I’d better,” Ghost said, as he followed Steve, “I’m not used to your cooking, yet. I need to supervise.”

As they looked through their fully stocked cabinets and refrigerator, they decided on grilled out steaks. Steve got the grill ready, out on the back porch, lighting the charcoal. Ghost put a couple of potatoes in the microwave, and made them a salad, then coming outside, he handed Steve a beer. The smoky smell of the meat cooking out in the open air, was making his appetite come back in a hurry.

The air was a bit cool, and the leaves were still falling, scattering their orange and red leaves over the graves. Ghost sat on the porch steps, as he watched Steve turn the steaks over. He smiled, and could feel the tension draining away. Spirit came and snuggled on his lap and purred, as Ghost stroked him, and murmured soft words to him.

Just as he kissed the top of Spirit’s head, Steve looked over at them. His breath caught. He was transfixed at the sight. I’m so in love with Ghost…

Ghost looked up into Steve’s eyes, and smiled. I’m so in love with you, too, Steve…

Steve’s eyes widened…he’d heard Ghost’s thought as clear as if he’d spoken them aloud. He grinned real big, and said, “I got it.”

As the steaks were done, they came inside to eat. “I think this is the best steak I ever had,” Ghost said.

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” Steve said. “It was quite delicious.”

They both burst out laughing at their attempt at being pretentious.

“We couldn’t be fancy pants, even if we tried,” Steve said.

“I know, and I wouldn’t even want to, for real,” Ghost said. “It’d be too hard to be stuffed up all the time.”

“Stuffed up?”

“Yeah…all la-di-dah, and polite and junk.”

“Oh, you mean like, stuck-up?” Steve asked. “Nope, couldn’t do it,” he said, then burped. “See?”

Ghost laughed. “Hey, I have an idea. It’s kinda stupid, but might be fun.”

“What’s that?”

“Let’s not wash the dishes. Let’s shoot them.”

“What? What do you mean, shoot them?”

“You know, like that old movie we saw, where the kid shoots the dishes. We should shoot our guns once in awhile, anyway, ya know, to keep in practice. And, we can get some more dishes at the thrift store,” Ghost said. He got up to get their guns from the hiding place up in the top cabinet.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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COLOR YOUR WORLD – BLACK

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COLOR YOUR WORLD – BLACK

Color Your World – Black

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Today is the final day of “Color Your World 2017”. I have had fun finding photos for you to see. Thanks so much for stopping by over the past 3 months. We’ll do it again next January! 🙂

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CEE’S BLACK & WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE – lETTERS Q/R

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CEE’S BLACK & WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE – LETTERS Q/R

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Letters Q or R

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Quills, Qwerty Keyboard, Quilt, Rooster, Painted Rocks, Roget’s Thesaurus

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A to Z BLOG CHALLENGE 2017 – LETTER Z – ZOMBIE/ZERO

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A to Z BLOG CHALLENGE 2017 – LETTER Z – ZOMBIE/ZERO

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The Mystery Box Chickens and I want to thank you all for visiting here at our A to Z Blog Challenge 2017. It’s been fun, and we’ve enjoyed your company along the way. See you next April! 🙂

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“Zombie”, by The Cranberries, was released as a single from the album, “No Need to Argue”, in 1994, on the Island label. It was written by Dolores O’Riordan.

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“Zero”, by the Smashing Pumpkins, was released as a single from the album, “Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness”, in 1996, on the Virgin label. It was written by Billy Corgan.

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STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY – SOCS – YARD

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STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY – SOCS – YARD

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Apr. 29/17

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Today’s SOCS we have the word ‘yard’.  To join in and to see other entries, just click the above link.

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Yard… we have a yard in the front, and a yard in the back. We don’t do anything out there. The grass grows in the summer, which needs mowing. I don’t do it. The cats outside like the yard, I suppose. They hang out there, on the front yard swing, and benches, and on the back yard table and chairs. So do the birds. I always wanted to make the yards into all flower gardens, all wild and disorganized, or vegetables…but I don’t garden much. I suggested making the back yard into a miniature golf course thing. It didn’t happen. I’d like to have a patio, but we don’t, so it’s too hot to sit out there in the summer time. We could get an umbrella to put on the table, but we haven’t, because it’s so windy here it would just blow away. We had one of those canopy type things. We used it last summer for about a week. One night it rained, and it collected in the canopy material and sagged down like mammatus clouds over our head. We had to dump it all out.

Well, I’d like to have a pretty yard we could sit out in and not be baked like in an oven. We don’t have a tree in the back yard for shade. So, the back yard is just there, and the front yard is just there.

This is brought to you by ‘woe is me’ for not having a good back yard, and by the chilly, gray, windy, rain-ish day. Here I thought we’d have better weather than this at the end of April! hahaha 🙂

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A to Z BLOG CHALLENGE 2017 – LETTER Y – Not Yay!

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A to Z BLOG CHALLENGE 2017 – LETTER Y – Not Yay!

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The Mystery Box Chickens and I wish you a happy Saturday! Tomorrow will be the final letter of the challenge, with the letter Z. We have had fun finding songs for you to listen to all month! Thanks for all who have visited here. 🙂

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“You’ve Got a Friend”, by James Taylor, was released as a single from the album, “Mud Slide Slim and the blue Horizon”, in 1971. It was written by Carole King, and is on the Warner Bros. label.

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“Your Song”, by Elton John, was released as a single from the album, “Elton John”, in 1970. It was written by Elton John – Bernie Taupin, and is on the Uni-DJM label.

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Check back here tomorrow for the opening of the last Mystery Box. The letter will be Z.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 149

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 149

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 149

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Steve drove over to the bank, in downtown Raleigh. As he looked for a parking spot, Ghost asked, “How are we gonna do this, Steve…just hand over a handful of cash to Kinsey and Terry?”

“Sure, or maybe we can get a card, and stick the money in there, ya know, like a happy vacation card, or even a thank you one. I’m sure we can find something that would work. We can write in there why we’re giving it to them.”

“Ok, well…you get out how much to give them, then,” Ghost said.

They went into the bank, to open up their safety deposit box. Steve took out two-thousand dollars in cash, to give half to each of them.

“I figure this will take them someplace nice,” Steve said.

“I’ll bet they will be so surprised, too,” Ghost said. His eyes lit up at the thought.

“Ok, where to now?” Steve asked, as they left the bank.

“Well, before the grocery store, can we go by the magic shop, where I got my potions? I want to tell her that it worked.”

“Sure, let’s go,” Steve said. He drove down the street, finding the little shop again.

The lady greeted them with a hug, when they came in.

“We came to tell ya the potions worked real good,” Ghost said.

“Let me look at you,” she said, as she looked into Ghost’s eyes. “Umm-hmm, yes…I can see you encountered the evil spirit, Ghost. And, I can see you and everyone present were strong and united as one, and were able to banish the demon.” She was nodding and smiling. “It was difficult and tiring, but you all are lighter in spirit now, for having rid the world of one more evil.”

“That’s right,” Ghost said, “it happened just like you said.”

“Are you in need of more supplies, today?” she asked.

“Don’t look at me, that’s his department,” Steve said.

“Well, we don’t have any more séances to do, but I need some more sage brooms. I used the others already,” Ghost said.

“Ok, I’ll be right back,” she said, going to get them.

Steve paid for them, when she returned to the counter. “Thanks, and we will be back, if I know Ghost.”

Back in the car, Ghost opened the package. “Hey, look…she put in some free samples, too.” He pulled out several small vials of essential oils. “This here one is for calm…and this one is for energy. They all say stuff on the bottles,” he said.

“What do you do with them?” asked Steve. “Do ya drink ’em?”

“No, you just smell them,” Ghost said. “Here, smell this one.” He held up an opened bottle under Steve’s nose. “It’s the calm one…do you feel calm, now?”

Steve took a big inhale of the aroma. It smelled of oranges. “You know what…I think I do,” he said.

They were pulling into the hospital parking lot, now. Inside, Steve explained his wanting to get the cast off early, but the person behind the counter wouldn’t hear of it. Since it wasn’t an emergency, and he did have an appointment for the coming week, she told him he’d have to wait. His regular doctor would have to examine his leg, as soon as the cast was off. They would have to come back, then.

“Well, guess I’ll have to wait a few more days, Ghost,” Steve said, as they went back to the car. They headed out down the road to the grocery store. “Let’s try to get this done before they close up,ok?” he said.

“Ok, here’s the list,” Ghost said, taking it out of his pocket.

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As the entered the grocery store, they saw it was already decorated for the upcoming holidays. There were fold out, honey-combed, paper turkeys, hanging from the ceiling. They were all twirling around in the breeze from the store’s fans. One aisle was for left-over Halloween decorations, candy, and costumes. Most of it was haphazardly arranged on the shelves. Items for holiday cooking were stacked up on the end of the aisles.

“I don’t know, Ghost…this is maybe too much for me, even,” Steve said, as he stared at the bright colors.

“There’s too many things to look at,” Ghost said. “I think I’m getting dizzy.”

They hadn’t gone all the way into the store, yet, and the crowds of people were pushing past them, and bumping into them, too.

“Why is it all crazy, today?” Ghost asked.

“I don’t know…I’ve never seen it like this, before. Here, let’s move out of the way,” Steve said, as he led them over by the baskets. “Do ya think we can handle it?”

“Yep, just hang on to me so I don’t get lost from you.”

“Ok, then…here we go.” Steve grabbed hold of a cart, and they headed for the first aisle. Ghost had to push the cart, so Steve could maneuver his crutches around. They managed to get everything they’d come for, plus some extra snacks. Finally, they were ready to check out. The lines were long, and people were getting cranky at the long wait.

“Steve, I think I need to get out of here.”

Steve saw that Ghost had broken out into a cold sweat, and was breathing fast. “Ok, just go wait in the car. It may take awhile, but I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He handed the keys to Ghost. “See if you can re-arrange those books, so we can get the groceries in there.”

“Ok, I’ll try,” Ghost said, and he headed out the door.

Steve watched him go, hoping he wouldn’t have to go looking for him when he got done here. The line inched forward.

Ghost made it to the car ok. He got in and leaned his head back on the seat, letting the panic slowly decrease. After a few minutes, he looked at the back seat full of books. He knew the trunk was full; there was no more room. “How am I supposed to make more room?”

He got out to open the back door. The two boxes took up all the space. He decided to open them, to lay the books flat on the seat. “That’ll have to do,” he said, wiping sweat out of his eyes. He wasn’t clammy anymore, just hot. Looking toward the store, he saw Steve finally coming out, and an employee was pushing the full basket.

“I moved ’em around as best I could, Steve,” he said, when they reached the car.

Steve was relieved to see Ghost was still there. “We’ll make it work…somehow. You might have to hold some of the bags, though.”

In the end, that’s what they did. As Ghost sat in the front seat, he had the bag boy hand him the last four bags. He barely got the door closed, and could hardly see over the top of them. He tried peeking around them, but that didn’t work very well either. Steve started laughing.

“What? What’s so funny?” Ghost asked.

“You…I can hardly see you.”

“So what, you don’t need to see me to drive, do ya?”

“Guess you’re right,” Steve said. He started the car, and drove out to the highway toward home. “We got a lot done after all, today.”

“Uh-huh, and now we got good stuff to eat.”

“Yes…I was getting tired of noodles,” Steve said. When Ghost didn’t say anything, he looked over at him. His head was resting on a box of cereal, and his eyes were closed. “Figures…Ghost gets to sleep, and I get to drive. That’s just the way it is.”

“What is it…what is it?” Ghost said.

“Nothing, go back to sleep.”

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Back at home, Steve woke Ghost up. “Hey, we’re home. You have to carry all this stuff in.”

Ghost woke, and said, “I’ll be so glad when you get that cast off. Then you can do stuff, again.”

“Me, too…but for now, it’s all on you, so get busy,” Steve said. He got out and went to unlock the front door. Spirit was meowing around, happy to see them again.

Ghost managed to get out of the car, and he carried two bags inside. Then he went back for more, then again, and again. Then he started on the books. After trudging back and forth so many times, he was done. He sat on the porch swing to rest. “Hey, Steve, can you bring me something cold to drink?”

Steve did, and they both sat there, slowly swinging, and relaxing.

“That store was so crowded. I think we did ok, though,” Steve said. “You didn’t wander off, and I didn’t lose my temper. I did see a few thing that weren’t on the list, though. When did you put those Christmas ornaments in there?”

“When you weren’t looking,” Ghost said.

“That’s what I thought. Well, I put in a few extras, too,” Steve said. “Oh, here…I found this on the door, when I unlocked it.” He handed Ghost a sticky note.

“It’s from Trevor,” Ghost said. He started reading it out loud. “It says, Ghost, I need to talk to you. Come to Kinsey’s tonight. Trevor.” He sighed. “Why? Why does he have to talk to me. I got nothing to say.”

“How should I know,” Steve said. “Just go see what he wants. I’ll drive us over there tonight. You know he won’t stop bugging you, until you do go talk to him, so might as well get it over with.”

“Fine, guess we’ll go.”

“Did he say what time to meet over there?” asked Steve.

Ghost gave him a look…”Well, I read the words to ya…did any of that sound like a time?” he asked.

“No, guess it didn’t.” Steve got up from the swing. “You want to eat something before we go?”

“Naw, I’m not hungry, right now,” Ghost said. “They were out here.” He looked around the porch.

“So, they had to be out here to leave that note. What of it?”

“I just don’t like them coming out here, that’s all, and I didn’t even know it.”

Steve had to think a minute, to try to figure out what Ghost was really getting at. “What’s the matter, Ghost? You’ve got something on your mind, I can tell. You’ve been in a pissy mood all day.” He leaned up against the porch railing, watching Ghost. “First you didn’t like the food I fixed, or the guy at the printer’s shop. Then you didn’t gush over the potions lady, and didn’t go wandering off at the store. Now, you’re mad ’cause Trevor happened to drop by. Oh, and you’re not hungry, now…which is a first…you’re always hungry. So, what’s going on?” He waited for Ghost to answer.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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A to Z BLOG CHALLENGE 2017 – LETTER X – XOXO

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The Mystery Box Chickens and I wish you a fun-filled Friday!

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“Ex’s and Oh’s”, by Elle King, was released as a single from the album, “Love Stuff”, in 2015. It was written by Dave Bassett, Elle King, and Tanner Schneider, and is on the RCA label.

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“All My Exes Live in Texas”, by George Strait, was released as a single from the album, “Ocean Front Property”, in 1997. It was written by Sanger D Shafer and Linda J. Shafer, and is on the MCA label.

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Check back tomorrow for the Mystery Box opening for the letter Y.

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