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The town looked ghostly in its slumber. Yet people don’t seem to notice. Children don’t play games together anymore. They stay home with their own computers. Wives and husbands don’t kiss goodnight. They are so tired to care. People stay longer at work than at home with their families. Vegetables beds are now plowed to be part of a commercial establishment. People hide in their own shadows, not facing reality. The town has become ghostly, and people have noticed. They just fail to really look.