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I lost my business, my children never call me,
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and... my boyfriend Keith has left me.
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Well, it's not exactly body boils and dead camels,
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but I understand what you're saying.
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When I complained
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after I was not accepted into Yale Divinity School,
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my father had no sympathy.
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Instead, he drove me from our lovely home in Connecticut
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to a dangerous section of the Bronx
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and forced me to hand out blankets to the homeless.
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I see. That's the reason you've always been
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- So sensitive to the plight of the poor. - Perhaps.