GHOSTS
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DISCLAIMER

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Hi. Michael again. I hope you rather enjoyed your little trip — actually to be frank, I don't give a shit, but Laine's probably got an electric cattle prod or something she'd stab me to death with if I don't compliment her story.

Laine: nah. it'd hurt the computer.

...Right. I feel loved. Anyway. This is supposed to be a general disclaimer, so I guess I better start ... er ... disclaiming.

Ron Weasley (and the rest of his family), Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Dean and Seamus whose last names I don't know, and generally the whole cast are © J.K. Rowling, who's, y'know, a goddess and all. Or something.
London doesn't belong to Laine, either, although I doubt it's really *copyright* anyone. New York also doesn't belong to her, which seems irrelevant except that it was the city she was *in* while writing chapter seven —

Laine: the guggenheim museum, to be exact. a frickin' five-hour bus ride to spend three hours sitting in an amazing museum looking at a painting that resembled bathroom tiles and discussing harry potter. for three hours. how sick is -that-? shout out to lauren, coz she was there, and the painting resembled -her- bathroom in particular.

Riiight. Anyway. So London is more or less based on New York, which doesn't belong to Laine. Okay. Got it.
Other things that don't belong to Laine include snow, midnight, teen angst, owls, and sex. Definitely not sex. And I think I'm just going to shut up now before she kills me.

So as previously stated ... feel free to submit questions/comments/etc to Laine at vaineglorie@aol.com, and I will probably e-mail you back. See y'all.


-Mike