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Too Much

Sadly, she felt happy all of the time, not a pinch of depression or anxiety or any doubt, nor questioning ever entered her life. Of course this pissed off the rest of us. She was impossible to put up with for long. It wasn't natural, it was galling, intolerable. Kind? She was very kind, helpful and ever attentive, always considerate; it drove us crazy. The best we could do is avoid her, keep her at arm's length, pray for her simple soul, commiserate, try to understand.

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