p style="text-align: center;"strongthis story is emThe Fault in Our Stars/em by John Green in Augustus Waters's POV./strong/p
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p style="text-align: left;""Please?" Isaac pleads./p
p style="text-align: left;""Okay, just this once. But you owe me," I tell my friend./p
p style="text-align: left;""Thanks bud," Isaac says, relieved that he doesn't have to go to torture by himself./p
p style="text-align: left;""No problem," I say, trying not to regret my hasty choice./p
p style="text-align: left;"We get into my car and I drive through our little Indiana-town to the Episcopal Church where Support Group takes place while Isaac obsesses over his over-obsessed girlfriend, someone named Monica. I zone out because I don't want to hear the details. Instead I think about how much I'm dreading Support Group. I also wonder why he puts up with it-as he hates it enough./p
p style="text-align: left;"I park in the small parking lot, and Isaac and I jump out of the car. We enter the pathetic church and make our way up the short flight of stairs to what Isaac calls the Literal Heart of Jesus. At the top of the stairs is a table with dried-out cookies and lemonade./p
p style="text-align: left;"A girl is standing at the table, facing away from me. She has short brown hair, and her build-slender and a bit short. How could this be real? Caroline's been dead for a year. I must be seeing things./p
p style="text-align: left;"Because she's the ghost of my dead girlfriend./p
p style="text-align: center;"strong_/strong/p
p style="text-align: left;""Please?" Isaac pleads./p
p style="text-align: left;""Okay, just this once. But you owe me," I tell my friend./p
p style="text-align: left;""Thanks bud," Isaac says, relieved that he doesn't have to go to torture by himself./p
p style="text-align: left;""No problem," I say, trying not to regret my hasty choice./p
p style="text-align: left;"We get into my car and I drive through our little Indiana-town to the Episcopal Church where Support Group takes place while Isaac obsesses over his over-obsessed girlfriend, someone named Monica. I zone out because I don't want to hear the details. Instead I think about how much I'm dreading Support Group. I also wonder why he puts up with it-as he hates it enough./p
p style="text-align: left;"I park in the small parking lot, and Isaac and I jump out of the car. We enter the pathetic church and make our way up the short flight of stairs to what Isaac calls the Literal Heart of Jesus. At the top of the stairs is a table with dried-out cookies and lemonade./p
p style="text-align: left;"A girl is standing at the table, facing away from me. She has short brown hair, and her build-slender and a bit short. How could this be real? Caroline's been dead for a year. I must be seeing things./p
p style="text-align: left;"Because she's the ghost of my dead girlfriend./p