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I can remember it so clearly. It was July – the month of sweet, blazing days and moist, firefly-accompanied nights. The heart of summer. And yet it was also the summer two hearts broke at the hands of a crushing heat that had been building…
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I have to admit something: there is a not-so-small part of me that likes being proud. I know I like to be right. I see it sometimes as a form of confidence. I think I know better than others and truly believe I do. There’s no hidden shame in me…
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One of the more humbling experiences in life is becoming frustrated at a person or situation and immediately realizing you are without all the facts of the situation… and it makes you look very very bad. You yell and maybe even honk at the car in front of you…


