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Meaning What? We're Going To Pretend Nothing's Going On? That's Stupid. The Only Way To Deal With Any Of This Is To Get It Out In The Open." Have You Been Watching Oprah Again?

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I Learnt To Love Reading. And Then I Started Scribbling Stories, And I Liked That Even More.