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Salt. Wound. Together At Last.

People Were Freaked Out, But They Showed It In Weird Ways. Back Home, People Would Have Been Weeping And Doing A Lot Of Very Public Group Hugs. At Wexford People Just Aggressively Pretended Nothing Had Happened.

One Person's Crazy Is Another Person's Sane, I Guess.

Although It Was Very Cold, He Wore No Coat. I Think Some English People Think Coats Are For The Weak.

I Try To Shake It Loose-but These Ideas, They Cling. It's Like I'm Shackled To Them With An Iron Chain. They Rattle Along Behind Me, Dragging Against The Ground, Always Reminding Me Of Their Presence.