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He spent a lot of time looking at the ceiling. He didn’t have a choice and after the first few times of getting it repainted, he realized, eithe..
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And writing about our joy never seemed to do any good.We could never remember it that way. When it countedit left us quickly, tracing shadows and hunt..
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A conversation over years, between people who can never really seem to manage to say what they mean.
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