Picnic
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The examined life is no picnic.
My first real kiss came when I was 10, and it was in an acting class. I had to do a scene from a movie where someone gets kissed under a tree, and I did not want to do it! But my acting partner wanted me to feel comfortable, so he bought a picnic basket with all these snacks. He made such an effort — and it was cute.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
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