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    After the illusion of a perfect life is smashed.  After the fairy tale fades.  After one realizes that there is no beginning nor ending to the story:  As a matter of fact, there was really no story to tell.  All is not good or bad.  All is not cut and dry.  There is no black and white.  There are shades of grey.  All shades of grey.

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