On movies and death.
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In the offline world, it’s totally possible for something to be great and terrible at the same time.
My Apple Watch told me, every day, how I was grinding myself down, but it didn’t particularly care.
The bush pricked everyone’s fingers and provided handfuls of blush-red fruit for the price, if you were willing to pay it. Every summer I lived in that house I was glad to.
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