I think they know this. I think they tell one another it’s the way into a smart girl’s knickers. Like some sort of beacons of Gondor, they all let the others know the secret way into our Mines…
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Here was my sweet husband, sitting in front of me telling me that he wanted to live a life of service. Of impact. He felt a calling to help others when they are in their most desperate moments of life — when they don't have anyone else to call. He wanted to be one of the helpers.
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By even commenting on the splendor of a 15-year-past, slightly misogynistic television show, I could appear out of touch, or worse, actually be out of touch…
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I’ve accepted what I can of all of this and am trying to work on the rest.
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That beard is rank. Stop touching your face. Never touch any part of a bathroom on an airplane. Or your sink. Or someone else’s phone. All are covered in millions and millions of germs. Millions…
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“The art of conversation is the art of hearing as well as of being heard.”
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