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Meredith

Meredith is haunted by the past, specifically in the form of a poltergeist. It likes to knock things off countertops and shelves when she has company. She’s learned to be quick with her hands and a grin, but even if you catch the falling glass of wine you’re going to get splashed.

“Are you supposed to be some kind of message?” she seethes at the past, scrubbing the carpet again. “Or lesson? I’ve learned enough goddamn NOT THE URN”

Somebody once told Meredith that poltergeists are manifest repression, buried thoughts, the psychic bleeding into the physical. She just won’t remember who.