My Name Is Stephen Leeds, And I

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The Purpose Of A Storyteller Is Not To Tell You How To Think, But To Give You Questions To Think Upon.

Better To Be The Failure Who Nobly Strived Than The Success Who Never Really Had To.

Does One Deserve To Have Evil Done To Her By Consequence Of Putting Herself Where Evil Can Reach Her?

Men Rarely See Their Own Actions As Unjustified.