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I remember a time, January 1978, when my high school sweetheart (who was now at college with me, something we had planned for a couple of years) abruptly broke off our relationship by telling me, in front of our friends at lunch, that it was over.  Shock, like i had never experienced before, set in at first; then, later that night, the tears, the overwhelming, always replenishing tears.  And they never hit the bottom of the pit, so I never knew what its dimensions were.