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“Work. Or school. This is for the money. But what is anything else of purchase, for that matter, but required means of enhancing your bare living – better sleep and better food – like spending decades just to turn a little knob higher on a pathetic radio called existence.”

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Book:The Goodbye Song
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Book:Teach Your Own: The Indispensable Guide to Living and Learning with Children at Home
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“This, she thought, was the sadness of teachers. Each semester is a contained little life - a relationship that begins, peaks, but always ends. They cycle in, cycle out, but you stay in one place. The teacher grows older, but the students never age. They are perpetually eighteen, twenty-one, lives always just on the cusp of beginning. You watch them walk off into the world, knowing you helped them become what they're becoming. You suffer the same ending again and again.”

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Book:If We Had Known
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Book:Kindred
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