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That was with me for years–feeling I wasn’t myself. And I do think I wasn’t my real self then. Of course, I’m not sure there is such a thing as a real self. You could ransack your innards looking for the real you and never find it–slice yourself open and all you’ll find is blood and muscle and bone.

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