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We will not go back and change history

Should we accept beauty and suffering as the opposite sides of the same coin?

A boy grows up amid expatriates and Bonackers, artists and writers, and the families of fishermen

Leo likes things the way he likes them

So now I want to know how to, if not defeat, at least rein in my annoying ego

Burnsie’s credo

They are boys, with a capital B

Around The Star, we spend countless hours trying to figure out where things are

I tried my damndest, but even I, who washed my hands almost continuously, and who cradled babies only under duress, could not duck the bullet

A person might conjecture amusing mysteries are part and parcel of the place.