About a year ago, when I was still trying to figure out what to do about my marriage, I used to go through these stretches where by noon I was so anxious and stressed that I all I could was to walk down to Chick-Fil-A, by lunch, and sit a table by the window. I'd get out my iPod, put on George Winston, get out my journal, and write.
It usually
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