Why It’s Immaterial Whether You or I or Anyone Else Might be a Narcissist

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Another Chihuahua Story

Just back from a shopping trip to Church Avenue. On my way I saw a woman standing in front of a shop holding a tiny white puppy that looked hardly old enough to be away from its mother. “Oh, so cute!,” I said, “Is it a chihuahua?” “Yes,” the woman said, pouring water from a bottle over the puppy, whose whole body fit in one of her hands. “How old is it?” “It doesn’t matter anyway, because it’s dead,” she snapped, continuing to douse it with water.

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