The ghosts that exert the most power in people__ lives-at least, the people I know__end to be of their own making, and consist of equal parts regret and old fears and just plain missing somebody.
Yet my longing for her was like a bad cold that had hung on for years despite my conviction that I was sure to get over it at any moment.
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Yet my longing for her was like a bad cold that had hung on for years despite my conviction that I was sure to get over it at any moment.
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