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Lacerations
It’s that one insult that sticks with you.
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Hallucinations
Reality and the perception thereof.
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Hiding Your Light under a Bushel
I used to be in a relationship with someone who wrote a diary every single solitary day for decades. That’s pretty darned impressive. He wants to donate it to the Smithsonian someday. The thing is (yeah, yeah, there’s always a thing), no one will want to read it except the most steadfast historians. His diary…