We were telling everybody we weren&#39;t getting back together when we were in the studio actually recording. We wanted to try it on, to see how it would fit.

Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it.

We are all the same instincts-- Good and Evil struggled between us. It was all a matter of control. And choice. Nothing more and nothing less.

Gone are the days when reality fed the feminist movement.

Written By Tammy Bruce

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