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Driving home on a Sunday night, I feel slightly anxious and I ask him “Can you please wait for me to get home before going to bed?” This is not a usual request, but on this night I cannot make the difference between friends and foes; between those who wish to harm me and those who would protect me. I feel that my very existence is at risk. Same goes…
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