Sometimes you have to do things you just don’t want to do.  Sometimes you have to deal with people you just don’t like.  Sometimes you’ll work your tail off for…nothing much.  My mom used to call these sorts of scenarios “the breaks.”  I’d gripe about this or that hardship in my twelve-year-old life, and she’d reply, “That’s the breaks.”  What was most annoying was the smile she often had in her voice, an upbeat note that made me suspect that what was “the breaks” to me was not quite so bad for her.

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