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Emma Balfour walked into my life in the summer of 2003. Our paths collided on Ocean Beach, the 3-mile stretch of gray sand and graffiti-spattered seawall marking the western edge of the city.
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We could hear it from any point in the house—upstairs, downstairs, even the garage.
Our impulse as ...
On the Joys of Not Finishing What You Started- "You push a button. You count to thirty.
