152. Photographer

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I woke up from my grave this morning and realized from the engraved date on it that I had died a month ago. I wandered off into a house nearby and found a family living there. They never noticed me and so I stayed there. One day, a trespasser was clicking pictures of the family when everyone was spending some quality time in their garden. I didn't care to step aside since ghosts never appeared in pictures. The photographer smiled. "Such a beautiful garden!"

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