An ode to bathtubs, ‘PEN15,’ and the women in my life.
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While I understood why theft or murder was wrong, this aspect didn’t make sense to me. What did sex and my body have to do with God?
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The Roadshow is so kind, so simple, and so pure that you begin to wonder, “Could this even be faked?” When I visited the set in San Diego, I discovered—no, it can’t be faked.
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