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I had to remind myself I was not a boy-crazy, stars-aligned sucker a few times before heading over to my bag.
IF A BRAIN could shrivel up and die from too much contemplation, mine was dangerously close to living out the rest of its days as a pruney, gray raisin.
Every morning we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past.
“Sometimes we just have to cut off the dead branches in our life. Sometimes that’s the only way we can keep the tree alive.

