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In The Last Month Or So, I Have Read The Great Gatsby And A Separate Peace. I Am Starting To See A Real Trend In The Kind Of Books Bill Gives Me To Read. And Just Like The Tape Of Songs, It Is Amazing To Hold Each Of Them In The Palm Of My Hand. They Are All My Favorites. All Of Them.

I Used To Listen To It All The Time When I Was Little And Thinking About Grown-up Things. I Would Go To My Bedroom Window And Stare At My Reflection In The Glass And The Trees Behind It And Just Listen To The Song For Hours. I Decided Then That When I Met Someone I Thought Was As Beautiful As The Song, I Should Give It To That Person. And I Didn’t Mean Beautiful On The Outside. I Meant Beautiful In All Ways.

I Don't Know If It's Better To Be Close With Your Daughter Or Make Sure That She Has A Better Life Than You Do.

The Outside Lights Were On, And It Was Snowing, And It Looked Like Magic. Like We Were Somewhere Else. Like We Were Someplace Better.

Do You Think If People Knew How Crazy You Really Were, No One Would Ever Talk To You?