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| Reviewed by April Pittman |
4/13/2004 |
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Spoken by one both young and lacking any true experience with death. Or life for that matter. I think.. had you been the one to see my brother's brains hit the ground or smell him after he'd lain in the woods for three days... dead. You wouldn't entertain such adolescent notions any longer. I know, because up until six months ago, I entertained them myself. Life has a way of teaching us the hard way. I learned at the expense of my baby brother. I hope you come to your senses much sooner. There is life after whatever trivial problem that assails you now is long forgotten.
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| Reviewed by Erica Ivory |
4/13/2004 |
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| Intense write.. Deep probing into a theme that is hard for anyone to come to terms with.. Excellent |
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| Reviewed by Rene' Bennett |
4/13/2004 |
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Wow! Really deep! I really like this alot! Your imagery is perfect.
Rene' |
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