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Stories About Sensitive Issues Like Sex, Drugs Or Sexual Assault, Suicide And Teen Drinking, Are Often Censored Because People Just Don't Want To Talk About Those Things. It's Not That These Things Don't Happen, But When They're Shared In A Fictional Setting, For Some Reason They Make Some People Uncomfortable.

Those Are Some Strong Currents You're Swimming Against.

And Concentrating On The Spot Where The Two Spindles Should Be Is The Closest I Get To Looking Hannah's Eyes As She Tells My Story.

And Like I Said, I Didn't Know Him Very Well, But My Ears Perked Up Whenever I Heard His Name. I Guess I Wanted To Hear Something - Anything - Juicy. Not Because I Wanted To Spread Gossip. I Just Couldn't Believe Someone Could Be That Good. If He Was Actually That Good... Wonderful. Great! But It Became A Personal Game Of Mine. How Long Could I Go On Hearing Nothing But Good Things About Clay Jensen? Normally, When A Person Has A Stellar Image, Another Person's Waiting In The Wings To Tear Them Apart. They're Waiting For That One Fatal Flaw To Expose Itself. But Not With Clay.

And What About You-the Rest Of You-did You Notice The Scars You Left Behind? No. Probably Not. Because Most Of Them Can't Be Seen With The Naked Eye.