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What I'm Always Trying To Do With Every Book Is To Recreate The Effect Of The Stories We Heard As Children In Front Of Campfires And Fireplaces - The Ghost Stories That Engaged Us.

You Realize You Have No Control Over How You're Perceived.

The Girl's Lover Was Gone, But His Shadow Was Still There.

Just For The Record, The Weather Today Is Calm And Sunny, But The Air Is Full Of Bullshit.

Narrator: You Had To Give It To Him: He Had A Plan. And It Started To Make Sense, In A Tyler Sort Of Way. No Fear. No Distractions. The Ability To Let That Which Does Not Matter Truly Slide.