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Ghost is at a booth, flung out across one side of the bench. Humming the simple notes to "Three Blind Mice." His head is tipped back and his eyes are crossed so that he might he contemplating the end of his nose, or wondering how the world looks when it's sdrawkcab tsomla with a little frown of concentration.