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Half-Empty and Half-Full, All the Time.
words, words, words
"Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion." J.D.
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thanks for the bouquet.
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