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We Leave It Up To Books And Movies To Talk About Wwii On Our Behalf.

Studying Psychology Is Fun Because You're Always Looking For The Same Things I Think A Writer Should Be Looking For, Which Is The Story Behind The Story.

They Say That In The Hour Before An Earthquake The Clouds Hang Leaden In The Sky, The Winds Slows To A Hot Breath, And The Birds Fall Quiet In The Trees Of The Town Square. Yes But These Are The Same Portents That Precede Lunchtime, Frankly.

I Think My Ideal Man Would Speak Many Languages. He Would Speak Ibo And Yoruba And English And French And All Of The Others. He Could Speak With Any Person, Even The Soldiers, And If There Was Violence In Their Heart He Could Change It. He Would Not Have To Fight, Do You See? Maybe He Would Not Be Very Handsome, But He Would Be Beautiful When He Spoke. He Would Be Very Kind, Even If You Burned His Food Because You Were Laughing And Talking With Your Girlfriends Instead Of Watching The Cooking. He Would Just Say, 'ah, Never Mind'.

In A Few Breaths' Time I Will Speak Some Sad Words To You. But You Must Hear Them The Same Way We Have Agreed To See Scars Now. Sad Words Are Just Another Beauty.