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Philosophy Wasn't About Facts, It Was About Ideas. My First Essay Title Was Something Like: 'how Can You Know What Other People Are Thinking?' I Thought, 'wow, What An Amazing Thing.' I Really Thought Deeply For The First Time.

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Philosophy Wasn't About Facts,

Sophie Kinsella

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Philosophy Wasn't About Facts, It Was About Ideas. My First Essay Title Was Something Like: 'how Can You Know What Other People Are Thinking?' I Thought, 'wow, What An Amazing Thing.' I Really Thought Deeply For The First Time.

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