I nod again, "I'm sorry." I said again, glancing away. Yep, I've become my brother. Stupid Charlie. I ran a hand through my hair, cursing at myself mentally.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled. — Liminality