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My Mother Was Dead For Five Years Before I Knew That I Had Loved Her Very Much.

I Live In A Room And I Go To Work And I Play A Game Called Getting Through The Day While You Wait For The Night.

Lonely People, In Talking To Each Other Can Make Each Other Lonelier.

You Lose Your Manners When You're Poor.

Don't You Think People Often Say Other People Are Tough When They Do Not Know How To Cheat Them?