"Good things come in small packages" 

When you are locked up in a psychiatric hospital you learnt the traits of your fellow patients. I remember one poor soul named Hal. All morning long he would growl and mumble, "Where's breakfast? Where's breakfast?" It seemed those were the only words in his vocabulary and the only thought in his mind. "Where's breakfast? Where's breakfast?" he would repeat until finally breakfast was served. And don't you...
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