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Happy Faces All Around
...Can there be such a thing as true happiness?
I recall watching a friend once, as she drank a milkshake. She enjoyed it immensely, only to realize when a few inches remained in the cup, that a dead insect was fouling her drink. At that point, she was completely revolted, so much so that it was quite awhile before she risked another shake. I often feel that way. When something wonderful happens, or when life is particularly easy, I look for the dead insect...
...Can there be such a thing as true happiness?
I recall watching a friend once, as she drank a milkshake. She enjoyed it immensely, only to realize when a few inches remained in the cup, that a dead insect was fouling her drink. At that point, she was completely revolted, so much so that it was quite awhile before she risked another shake. I often feel that way. When something wonderful happens, or when life is particularly easy, I look for the dead insect...