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I am counting my calories, yet I really want dessert.
It was the first day of the rest of her life. This wasn’t the day she was actually born, but she knew that nothing would be the same from this day forward. Although this was a bit scary to her, it was also extremely freeing. Her past was no longer a burden or something that she needed to be concerned about and defend. She threw off the covers keeping her warm in bed, placed her feet over the side of the bed, slipped on her slipper, and took the first step of the first day of her new life.
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copy: It was the first day of the rest of her life. This wasn't the day she was actually born, but she knew that nothing would be the same from this day forward. Although this was a bit scary to her, it was **also** extremely freeing. Her **past** was no longer a burden or _something_ that she needed to be _concerned_ about and defend. She threw off the covers keeping her warm in bed, placed her feet over the side of the bed, slipped on her slipper, and took the first step of the first day of her new life.
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David subscribes to the stuff your tent into the bag strategy over nicely folding it.
The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. It waited. While many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of history. It wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.
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copy: The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching *fullness* and ready to drop. It waited. While many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of history. It wanted to be remembered long **after** all the other droplets had dissolved into history. So it _waited_ for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.
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title: David subscribes to the stuff your tent into the bag strategy over nicely folding it.