One morning, as I drone on about Boyfriend, Wendell scoots to the edge of his couch, stands up, walks over to me, and, with his very long leg, lightly kicks my foot. Smiling, he returns to his seat. “Ouch!” I say reflexively, even though it didn’t hurt. I’m startled. “What was that?” “Well, you seem like you’re enjoying the experience of suffering, so I thought I’d help you out with that.” “What?” “There’s a difference between pain and suffering,” Wendell says. “You’re going to have to feel pain—everyone feels pain at times—but you don’t have to suffer so much. You’re not choosing the pain,
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