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The most odious aspect of goody-goody, I'm-okay-you're-okay dialogues is their failure to recognize that sometimes you have to scream, slam doors, break furniture, run red lights, and ride the wind even to begin to have the words to describe what is eating you. Sometimes meditation and dialogue just can't cut it. Sometimes "it" just plain needs "cutting" —or at least a whole lotta shakin. Anyone afraid of breaking, within and without, is in the wrong marriage. Let it all go. Let the winds blow. Let's see what's left in the morning.
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