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Now, the truth is, that tape recorder was more than nostalgia. I was losing Morrie, we were all losing Morrie-- his family, his friends, his ex-students, his fellow professors, his pals from the political discussion groups that he loved so much, his former dance partners, all of us. And I suppose tapes, like photographs and videos, are a desperate attempt to steal something from death's suitcase.
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