At 15, I knew someone whose mother cooked macrobiotic, so I persuaded my mother to go macrobiotic with me.
There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.
I've never really lived with somebody. Only for very brief periods. I learned I'm not a good roommate. I'm better off when we visit each other. I like the mystery.
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