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I Believe in Ghosts

COME TO MY FAMILY’S HOUSE. YOU MIGHT BELIEVE, TOO.

Two years ago, faced with the rising cost of living in the greater Boston area, my family decided to put our lots in together and buy a property that could accommodate my middle sister, Kerri; my mother; and my oldest sister, Kirsten, her husband and their two children. I live in New York, but I was a part of this too, if only because of that fantasy of every kid who has grown up poor — that I would know I was successful when I could buy my mother a house.

I couldn’t, alone, afford to buy a house for her. We all bought this house together. If you

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