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.
There__ no great dividing line between being a kid and an adult. We__e not all caterpillars turning into butterflies. You are what you are. When you grow up, you may be more careful than when you were a kid. You don__ say what you think as much as you once did. You learn to play nice. But you__e still the same person who did good things or rotten things when you were young. Whether you feel good about them or bad _ whether you regret them. Well, that__ a different thing. But it__ not like they disappear forever.
The Perfect Comeback of Caroline Jacobs
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There__ no great dividing line between being a kid and an adult. We__e not all caterpillars turning into butterflies. You are what you are. When you grow up, you may be more careful than when you were a kid. You don__ say what you think as much as you once did. You learn to play nice. But you__e still the same person who did good things or rotten things when you were young. Whether you feel good about them or bad _ whether you regret them. Well, that__ a different thing. But it__ not like they disappear forever.
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