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Sam had his usual teen sadnesses. for instance - homework, showering, brushing his teeth. it seemed so pointless to do homework he already understood. and brushing your teeth? to have to do the same thing everyday knowing you'd have to do it again tomorrow. and to not even be able to feel the difference today half the time. if he could just brush his teeth once and be done with it. now there'd be an ad for toothpaste - brush once and never again. but thre was always dirt reminding you there was no rising above it really. reminding you that life is largely repitition - time and time again somehow distinguishing yourself from dirt and the rest of it all. separating yourself from the mess and being clean and fresh and desirable - worth the mess you create everyday: the crud on a toothbrush, the daily toilet deliveries, your own personal additions to the landfill where you mix your own messes with your neighbors with such a total fraternity and sharing spirit that is not seen in other aspects of life. however, sam also had unique sadnesses. he was sad, for instance, that just because you could forgive someone for doing something to you, was no assurance that they'd forgive you for doing the same thing to them, and that being a good person was largely a matter of very rarely forgiving yourself.
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