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When I was in second/third grade me and my friend, Christie, would take the shoulder straps off our bookbags and snap the snaps together so they resembled a snaffle bridle and we would take turn putting the bit in our mouths and the other would run behind shaking the reins.
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The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well. anonymous
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