Happiness Is a Warm Gun

I used to think that happiness is the end goal. When I was seven years old, Happy Meals were the real deal. No, my parents didn’t bring me to that fast food chain to buy me meals with those red boxes, but I saw children all around me tugging at the shirts of their moms and dads, begging Read more…

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