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Nothing Ever Seems Too Bad, Too Hard Or Too Sad When You've Got A Christmas Tree In The Living Room. All Those Presents Under It, All That Anticipation. Just A Way Of Saying There's Always Light And Hope In The World.

Men Shake Hands After They Beat Each Other Up; We Eat Chocolate.

Change Was As Much About Loss As Gain, About Giving Something Up Even As You Reached For Something New Or Different. The World Was Opening Up, Not Closing In.

There's An Oatmeal Cookie In There. I See No Reason For The Existence Of Oatmeal, Particularly In Cookies.

She Could And Had Faced An Armed Laser In The Hands Of A Mad Mutant Mercenary With Less Fear Than She Faced Such Unswerving Emotion.