Words can hurt. This is maybe the hardest lesson for the lover of arguments to learn. And I do love arguments. I love them dearly. I’m not quite sure when it began. It runs in the family, though I’d say that nurture was likely the bigger factor than nature. I associate it with being Cuban; the Russian Jewish side of my family argues a lot too, but it’s …
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