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ghosts of the way it used to be laugh as they chase themselves 'round and 'round in the hurricane sweeping through my mind, picking things up and throwing them down where they don't belong, causing mischeif and distress, it's all I can do to hole up and hide until it's all over, but how can you hide from your own mind? I'm tired of watching Buffy.