I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park. Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.

In my heart I know the truth, but my mind cannot accept the reality of what this all means.

It's a responsibility of mine to understand you ,when you are struggling for your life.I just can't start complaining that you don't talk, text etc....

Al Gore adopted three utterly different personas in three national presidential debates.

Written By Rich Lowry

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