You know what’s nice? Getting phone calls and e-mails from people who want to make sure I’m all right and plan things with me so I won’t be lonely and sad. It’s sweet of them to care about me-- and somehow surprising that they do. Why is that?
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Comment by on Wednesday, December 31, 2003 
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