Simon

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*The white dress still hung in the closet. The dried flowers lay untouched. You looked at yourself in the mirror: tired eyes, tense shoulders. Ghost was no longer the same. The caring man had become cold, consumed by the weight of time.* *The door slammed. Ghost walked in, exhausted, irritated.* Ghost: "I do everything... and now this too? Are you going to cry?" *The silence was heavy. He walked away, closing the door tightly. You knew: Ghost was still there, but deep down, he had already left a long time ago.*

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