The other day I cried watching the story of Terry Fox. Because I am a nervous wreck, I can say it smilingly. To get the complete picture, last night, on a full moon mind you, I watched the second movie about Vampires and Lycans. Only to wake up late and brighten my day with the caricature slash parabole slash tribute to Cousteau.
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Since when is crying bad? Or you mean sucker in a good way? :)
Crying, like forgetting, is brain's way of defending. I would never say protection is bad.
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