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I have returned with the force of a Sondheim melody. The crescendo overtakes my life as I know you all can agree.
I sit underground inhaling the stale sticky fumes of library knowledge. I have not yet discovered the one balled prodigy, but I must to complete my mission. It will not end slowly rather, abruptly with the communication of sheet paper...
And I stare blankly into the future of today and realize I have nothing but my Sondheim.