TV blaring. Street noise. Children screaming. Horns honking. Freight train rumbles past. Phone ringing. "You've got mail" shrieked from a far. Blackberry beeps and vibrates. I pay them no mind. Somewhere a stereo set too loud shorts out, "In my daughter's eyes I am a hero. I am strong and wise and I know no fear. But the truth is plain to see. She was sent to rescue me." And yes, I am deeply grateful.
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