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And suddenly the memory returns. The taste was that of the little crumb of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before church-time), when I went to say good day to her in her bedroom, my aunt Léonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of real or of lime-flower tea.
In a present that is filled with violence, due to protesting, mass shootings, and terrorism, the public wants to put most of the blame on the media, specifically video games. 908 more words