Gideon DefoeThat explains a lot, ' he said. 'I suppose it's also why we've never glimpsed that giant compass in the corner of the Atlantic. I have to say, I'm a little disappointed.
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Being disappointed is not a pleasant experience, but it does happen to people. We often wish we could see everything clearly, but we know that we can’t. We know that sometimes we don’t understand everything and we can’t always predict what will happen next. We know that there is so much out there in the world that we still haven’t seen or experienced.
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