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We all have our demon. But men? They have them much worse. The world tells them that they are the leaders and great and macho and have to be big and brave and make a lot of money and lead these glamorous lives. But they don't, do they? [...] Women, we get it. Life is about a certain kind of drudgery. We are taught not to hope or want too much. Men? They never get that.
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Love blinds, yes, bit not nearly as much as wanting to be loved.
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You hear about adrenaline, how it spurs you on and gives you uncanny strength, but there's a flip side. The feeling is heady, out of control. It heightens your senses to the point of paralysis. You have to harness the power or it'll choke you down.
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They say that happens a lot with the elderly that -- to paraphrase Springsteen -- two hearts become one. When one dies, the other follows.
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Confusion helps. Confusion leads to lengthy reconstruction and clarification and exposition and several other "ions."
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The Internet make it easy to be deceptive. The Internet makes it easy to be anonymous and to lie and to keep terrible, destructive secrets from your loved ones.
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You can't talk to our daughter without our permission," she says. "I'll have your badge."
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How long's the ride?" I asked. Berleand looked at his wristwatch. "About thirty seconds." He may have overestimated. I had, in fact, seen the building before--the "bold and stark" sandstone fortress sitting across the river. The mansard roofs were gray slate, as were the cone-capped towers scattered through the sprawl. We could have easily walked. I squinted as we approached. "You recognize it?" Berleand said. No wonder it had grabbed my ey..
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