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00. Prologue

   Have you ever seen something that stayed with you your whole life? Something that changed your ideas. That was stuck to you, like it was pined in your head. And changed the color of your mind.

   I saw a car come by but I didn't bear to move a single inch as I laid on the pitch black road.

   "Um, honey are you ok." Asked a woman coming out of the car looking concerned. "What are you doing out here?"

   It took me a moment to gather my thoughts but even after I did I nearly spoke two words.
  
   "I uh." The lady heard a honk behind her and went back to her car. She curved around me and as did the car behind her.

   After my mom died, I couldn't stop seeing her. And even though she was the one gone, I was the ghost.

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