He has figured me out, I think. His hasty escape to the other side of the street betrays him; his soul laid bare through his nervous peripheral glances. He’s busy. If I had a family and demanding job, I might not have time for the likes of me either, I suppose. If I see him again, I might ask him. Wonder if he will look me in the eye?
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One sobering experience in raising children is witnessing them practicing the influences upon their impressionable minds before they are equipped for reason and informed beliefs. They tend to spout off bits and pieces of comments they hear at home, or from peers, or from teachers. And usually these comments originate from a lack of context or from a lack of crucial information. Yet what I hear from them is not always too different from what I hear from pundits or my adult friends.
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