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The Dark Does Not Weep For Itself Because There Is No Light. Rather, It Accepts That It Is The Dark.

Just Once, She'd Like To Be The Exciting One, The Girl Somebody Wanted.

Scoring Well On Tests Is The Sort Of Happy Thing That Gets The School District The Greenbacks They Crave. Understanding And Appreciating The Material Are Secondary.