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The Buzzing

Most exorcists ain't willing to deal with the small spirits. There's no glamor banishing a litter of drowned kittens. The chirren are always watching. One cried for three hours straight after I sent Sparky to the Great Beyond.

It ain't right. No kid should grieve a haint.

I don't mind it much. Others are in the business to cavort with the spirits. Me? I'm here to help needy folk at a modest cost. Man don't live on goodwill alone. Not anymore.

So yeah, I can treat your tinnitus. Ain't no fancy doctor got the cure. You've accumulated quite the swarm.

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