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Or as a bored novice once wrote, "Isn't it a shame whilst good things are dying, we should hold in our hands the warm guns of others in slippery armor so well as to slide across lit couches when the potential of Eden's ransom lies at our feet. One shall labor temporarily, one shall stir-fry, one shall get particularly drunk, but one shall never know where heaven truly lay in a pedestrian state of stubborn alien-ness."