An hour south of Bar Harbor, they passed a pickup truck flying an enormous Confederate flag off the back. Jane wondered what the bozo behind the wheel thought he meant by it. “Why,” she said, “do you suppose that in past life regression, people always see themselves as being royalty or a hero who fought the Nazis or something like that? I bet no one ever does one of those meditations and finds out, hey, I was one of the millions of unremarkable people who lived through the Holocaust and just went about my business. When statistically, the heroic and the evil combined throughout humankind must
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