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You're not really in control, not with this falling-for-people stuff. You don't plan who you're going to fall in love with. It's all random - chance accidents of time and place
Julia Green
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Memories come back, pressing in on you, like ghost faces in the darkness pushing up the glass, trying to get into the lit room
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I don't believe in the white spectre-type of ghosts you get in stories, but what if ghosts are something else? Like memories somehow caught and trapped in time, released by being in certain places where things first happened
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