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There were three scouts, friends of my son, in the back seat. My son, Mark, was beside me in front, when the gossamer, Casper-shape floated gracefully across the street just ahead of the car. I was fascinated by the apparition and wanted to point it out to the boys. I held my tongue though, thinking that it might frighten them or, worse, that they might not see anything.
It was my night to car pool round-trip to the weekly scout meeting. At the appropriate time, I gathered the twelve-year-olds and retraced my route to their homes. As we passed the turn, where I had seen the phantom, Mark calmly stated, "I wonder if we'll see the ghost again, Mom. "
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