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Love--we think about it, sing about it, dream about, lose sleep worrying about it. When we dnt have it, we search for it; when we discover it we dnt knw what to do with it. When we have it, we fear losing it. Its a constant source or plesure and pain, but we cant predict from one minute to the next which is going to be today. It takes on many shapes and many disguises: we love our parents, our brothers and sisters, our boyfriends and girlfriends, our cats and dogs, our comfortable shoes, and or baseball gloves. Love--its a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without....
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