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I'm begining to believe that it's a better plan to end a soon-to-be-anecdotal time period while everyone's still smiling.
But then I feel like a wimp, take a deep breath [my poor little lungs aided by some good ol' albuterol sulfate], and step up.
And then 'Tonight I'll by Stayin' Here With You,' by Mr. Dylan will play in the background.