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It's like the corporate world's full of ghosts _ maybe a fairer way of putting this would be to say that adulthood's full of ghosts _ these people who've ended up in one life instead of another and they are just so disappointed ... They've done what's expected of them. They want to do something different but it's impossible now, there's a mortgage, kids, whatever, they're trapped _ High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially.
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It's like the corporate world's full of ghosts _ maybe a fairer way of putting this would be to say that adulthood's full of ghosts _ these people who've ended up in one life instead of another and they are just so disappointed ... They've done what's expected of them. They want to do something different but it's impossible now, there's a mortgage, kids, whatever, they're trapped _ High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially.

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