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It was girls like me who thought twice—about going back out in our only good set of clothes, about meeting unknown men in unknown places. About everything.
Most ghost stories, it seemed as I listened, were tales not only of death but also of unfathomable misery and despair.
Happy people did not leave ghosts; or perhaps they left quiet ghosts, who sat in their favorite corners or wandered the banks of their favorite streams, never bothering the living.
There are large moments in life; but sometimes it is the small moments—the casual moments—that change everything.
“There’s a theory that when a person dies in great emotion, great unrest, or with something important undone in life—that is when a manifestation occurs.
For a shy girl unused to men, it is easier to hurl the moon from the sky than it is to turn away from a man who truly wishes to pursue her.
It was the girls who locked themselves away, who had never felt the loving touch of a man, who, when they loved, loved the fiercest. Maddy and I were different in every way, but this much I understood.
