When I was sad a little while ago, I sat behind the coach, pretending to hide from the world like a little kid. And he told me that it's hard to hide a sunbeam from the world, because even in the darkness of the night, its light reflects off the moon.
He sang for me the get-better-when-you're-sick song (from Big Bang Theory): Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur; soft kitty, warm kitty, purr, purr, purr.
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