Once upon a time there was a king, and the king commissioned his favorite wizard to create a magic mirror. This mirror didn__ show you your reflection. It showed you your soul__t showed you who you really were.The wizard couldn__ look at it without turning away. The king couldn__ look at it. The courtiers couldn__ look at it. A chestful of treasure was offered to anyone who could look at it for sixty seconds without turning away. And no one could.
But the shock wears off, more quickly for some, but eventually for most. Fast food and alcohol are seductive, and I didn__ fight too hard. Your old routine is easy to fall back into, preferences and tastes return. It__ not hard to be a fussy, overstuffed American. After a couple of months, home is no longer foreign, and you are free to resume your old life. I thought I did. Resume my old life, that is. I was wrong.
The Long Walk: A Story of War and the Life That Follows
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But the shock wears off, more quickly for some, but eventually for most. Fast food and alcohol are seductive, and I didn__ fight too hard. Your old routine is easy to fall back into, preferences and tastes return. It__ not hard to be a fussy, overstuffed American. After a couple of months, home is no longer foreign, and you are free to resume your old life. I thought I did. Resume my old life, that is. I was wrong.
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