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Let me share an example, one of my most precious memories.

A year or so ago I watched a movie with my daughter.

At the end, I could tell she was crying, but hiding it from me.

(It was dim.)

I was also crying, but hiding it from her.

We turned to look at each other, then both started bawling.

We held each other until the storm passed.

I will never forgot that, as long as I live.

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