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I don't know about that, Lauren, but thank you. It all comes back to a screaming man in an elevator somehow -- I've had that experience, too, and it left me shaking.
I lived in Japan for two years, working at a US university branch there, and the first Gulf war began in the middle of my stay. Every day for months, when we arrived at the office there would be at least one message on the answering machine that was a more or less graphic variation on "So how many Iraqis have you killed today?" It was unsettling and frustrating. I always wished I could track the guy down and suggest we meet up for a chat -- maybe at one of the antiwar demonstrations outside the US consulate, since most of the staff was going to be there anyway.
I just wish people would learn not to assume.
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If no flirtation can be considered harmless, then we might as well stop making wine and music, too. (C.H.)
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