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what if a sigh was really the sound of relief and not a sign of discontent and frustration? what if everytime you cut me off in traffic i got out of my car and did all those things that i only have dirty little thoughts about? what if people walked a little slower, looked a little closer and breathed a little deeper? what if a wise cracking old man with a long white beard lived under the floorboards of my bedroom and told me funny little jokes while i was sleeping? what if i woke up happy? what if everyday ended better than it started?