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Just because it's a good place, a nice place, a wonderful loving place, even then,

becomes a time when you need to move on.

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Spooksters, I don't understand how it works, but there's a thing, a magic, to saying a truth out loud.

So I'm saying my truth out loud.

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From KQED and PRX, you've crossed over to Spooked.

Okay, so when I was a kid, I like to play with other kids. Sure.

I like to play games, high-go-seek, tag, race, bicycles, all that.

But what I love most is just being alone.

Talking to myself and my imaginary Monagere, the adventures I had with Turtle,

with Al the Rock Monster, with the spirit of the pond, I remember these journeys.

It's clearly as if it's just a grandmother's house.

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