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How do you know … ?

How do you know when your heart has withered, dried up, and blown away like a tumbleweed?

I think it’s when you are no longer moved, even a little, by this:


It’s some of his best work. Big, real tears. Pitiful sobs. Accusations of cruelty. And I laughed.

Heartless indeed.

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