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He Looked At The Pain And He Set Himself Apart From It. He Saw It, Examined It, Identified It, Corralled It. He Isolated It. He Challenged It. You Against Me? Dream On, Pal. He Built Borders For It. Then Walls. He Built Walls And Forced The Pain Behind Them And Then He Moved The Walls Inward, Compressing The Pain, Crushing It, Boxing It In, Limiting It, Beating It.

That Should Be Your Town Motto. It's All I Ever Hear. Like: New Hampshire, Live Free Or Die. It Should Be: Despair, You Need To Leave Now.

Slippery Slope. I Carry A Spare Shirt, Pretty Soon I'm Carrying Spare Pants. Then I'd Need A Suitcase. Next Thing I Know, I've Got A House And A Car And A Savings Plan And I'm Filling Out All Kinds Of Forms.

All Of Us Write Wish Fulfillment.

This Was Like July 13th, 1943, The Pivotal Day Of The Battle Of The Kursk. We Were Like Alexander Vasilevsky, The Soviet General. If We Attacked Now, This Minute, We Had To Keep On And On Attacking Until The Enemy Was Run Off His Feet And The War Was Won. If We Bogged Down Or Paused For Breath Even For A Second, We Would Be Overrun Again.