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I keep getting told that life is not black and white, that I can be too judgmental – that things are not that cut and dried. That the Good is not discrete. That the Good and the Bad hold hands, that they blur into a vague grey. Crap. Actually, life looks grey because it’s made up of many black and white dots. Like dots on a newspaper. Black and white events, black and white moments. Moments where...