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    <description>My capacity to take things to the extreme is...well, extreme. The swiftness with which my mind goes into overdrive about every little nuance is frighting. It's like a riptide. One moment I am standing in the shallows, watching a wave which is completely innocuous coming towards me, and the next thing I know I've been swept down the path over paranoid over analysis.</description>
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    <description>I prefer to say &amp;quot;quarter of&amp;quot;, even should push come to shove - although I know it isn't proper, it has a benefit that's a topper - a bonus to cheer me when i'm blue, &amp;quot;quarter of&amp;quot; annoys you ; )</description>
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    <description>On September 11th, 2001, terrible events in America created a schism in the lives of many of us here. We can't help but think in terms of &amp;quot;Before&amp;quot;. Many people were brought closer together. Couples on the verge of divorce decided to try again. For me, it only tore away the last of the denial that staying was futile. He would never stop drinking. Exactly one month later, on October 11th, I left my husband with little more than a change of clothes and the diaper bag, and the only thing that really mattered, my three and a half year old daughter. We have a better life now. But me, the me that was before is still there, frozen in time on that eye-wateringly beautiful September day. Forever jogging along the neighborhood streets, blissfully unaware that some 1200 miles away, terror was raining down on the city streets and country fields in the form of smoke and blood and fire and ash. I can still feel the sun on my shoulders, the pain in my legs. The sweat is still glistening on ...</description>
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