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He Read Reports, Examined Evidence, And Poured More Reports Up The Chain Than The Pentagon Could Read. Nothing Short Of A Human Sieve. But In The End He Was Just One Small Piece On This Game Board Called War. End Of Story

Evil Was Predictable, Always Painfully Expected.

Keep Your Words. This Pain Is No Life." "you Only Feel Pain Because You're Alive, Boy!" The Keeper Thundered. "this Is The Mystery Of It. Life Is Lived On The Ragged Edge Of The Cliff. Fall Off And You Might Die, But Run From It And You Are Already Dead!

Perfect, That's Our Plan Then. But You'll Have To Give Up Being A Priest First. I Wouldn't Want To Just Sit Around Whispering And Sipping Hot Chocolate.

He Was As Needy As She Was. Alvin Finch Only Wanted To Be Needed. Loved. And Absent Of Either, He Resorted To Deflecting His Pain By Killing. Just Like A Teenager Might Resort To Deflecting The Pain Of Rejection By Cutting. People Did A Lot Of Crazy Things To Be Wanted.