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Mental Health
When he had begun his great journey, he had been nothing but an inexperienced boy with  only the clothes on his back, a good heart, and the crumbled granola bar in his pocket. Twenty minutes later, he was sitting glumly at the bus stop, finishing in the last crumbs of his only food, and would soon (though he of course did not know it) leave his jacket on the bench when he got on the bus. At the end of his journey, his mother would be very upset to learn this particular fact– it was a nice jacket, and you can't just go around losing things like that.

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