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Last night, I yelled that I hated my father, at the top of my lungs, twice. It was a very uplifting experience. My body now aches from that process. It was something that had to happen. My morning walk to HEB was also Grand! I said good morning to half a dozen employees. That, I had never done before. Perhaps my rage from last night triggered kindness. Very interesting concept. Sidenote, my best friend, Lacie, started taking her medicine again! Maybe both of us had an eye-opening experience. Controlled by an overwhelming urge to connect with the twisted fate with time?
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This certainly was very uplifting to read! May things always get better