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“Most people would probably call me a ghost. I am, after all, dead. But I don't think of myself that way. It wasn't so long ago that I was alive, you see. I was only eighteen. I had my whole life in front of me. Now I suppose you could say I have all of eternity before me. I'm not sure exactly what that means yet. I'm told everything's going to be fine. But I have to wonder what I would have done with my life, who I might have been. That's what saddens me most about dying--that I'll never know.”

Quote by Christopher Pike

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Remember me

This narrative delves into the complexities of human memory and the impact it has on personal identity, weaving a compelling story that resonates with readers. more

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Christopher Pike
Christopher Pike

Christopher Pike is an American author known for his young adult literature. Born on November 12, 1954, he has published numerous best-selling books since his first novel in 1981. Pike's works often feature suspense and adventure, and they are highly favored by young readers. more

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