Sometimes, just sometimes the bullet that you want to hit you in the head is moved by divine intervention and hits someone else. After awhile the wishing it hadn't missed (I mean, you wanted it to hit you in the first place, maybe due to some benign naivette) wears off and you realize how lucky you are to be alive. However, the bullet never
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jon, if this is what you're going to say when you call to talk about feelings, how are we going to get anywhere?
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