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Luck Ran Out, But Smart Was For Life.

You Had Evil Inside You, And You Indulged It. Men Will Always Indulge It.

Once Upon A Time – For That Is How All Stories Should Begin – There Was A Boy Who Lost His Mother.

...it Was Imaginative People Who Tended To Lie. Lying Required Making Stuff Up, And Only Imaginative People Were Good At That.

“you Don't Have Much Faith In People, Do You?” Said David. “i Don't Have Much Faith In Anything,” Roland Replied. “not Even In Myself.”