Deep down I knew people couldn’t go back in time. Deep down I knew people couldn’t come back alive again once they were dead. There were lots of things I didn’t know about dying—how it felt, how it worked, almost everything, really—but the one thing I had learned was that it lasted forever. When someone you knew died, you didn’t die with them. You carried on, and you went through phases and chapters so different they felt like whole different lives, but in all of those lives the dead person was still dead. Dead whether you were sad or happy, dead whether you thought about them or didn’t, dead
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