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All The Truth In The World Is Held In Stories.

Secrets Of The Heart. We Swallow Hard Against Them Every Day, Forcing Them Deep Inside Us. There They Sit, Growing Heavier, Festering. Given Enough Time, They Cannot Help But Crush The Heart That Holds Them.

I Only Know One Story. But Oftentimes Small Pieces Seem To Be Stories Themselves.

I Decided To Dub The Room With The Good Chairs My Lutery. Or Perhaps My Performatory. I Would Need A While To Come Up With Something Suitably Pretentious.

If There Is One Thing I Will Not Abide It Is The Folly Of A Willful Pride.