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Lunch with Christy In a sidewalk café, The Half Moon, people eat their meals and talk to one another. The people try and try but they cannot grasp— and here lies the rub—they cannot grasp reality. Money is nothing. Clothes are nothing. Food, people, happiness is nothing. Nothing to these people. These money spending, extravagant clothes wearing, heartless, non-reality grasping people. |
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