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Pride? You're kidding. After 100-plus days of America Held Hostage--has it only been that long?--I find I have almost no room for pride. Rage. Not pride. I was raised Irish Catholic, and in my family, if you had an emotion, you went to your room. I suppose my therapist would be pleased with my progress.
And if my therapist were Lorraine Bracco, therapist to the Sopranos, the other extended family in the news, I would want to please her.
I remember myself in the pre-GWB years as a fairly omni-emotional gal. Marl. Sad. Glad. I could do them all, multilayered, and on a good...
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