What is it to know someone? Not the things they like, not the things they say or do, but to know someone, to know that part of them that is indescribable, inexplicable. What is it to know someone that way
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I feel obligated to confess that I just inadvertently rocketed a particularly slippery piece of ice from my mouth. Said ice proceeded to soar across my keyboard, slam into my screen, slide unceremoniously down and immediately start to puddle. Before I could even really process this series of events I had snatched it up and popped it back into my
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