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Majority of our lives are spent searching. What are we searching for clues, waldo, meaning to life, how is death, where are my keys, and where is my phone. Believing the hype is just what it is. Believing in something you do not know anything about. How is that? Is Reality real? Is the letter "g" really green or was the homeschooled kid you called weird told you that. Ek does not call him weird. She went to a public school along with everybody else. Now what gender is the homeschooled kid?

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