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I'd like to rage against the lion, against the cheap and floozy demons, against the long-ago loss of dreams and principles and intelligence which you may find drowned in Aristocrat or in whiskey or wine, and I'd like to weep for the injustice I had my hands in, because it happened and I freely chose it.
I'd especially like to write a story about it, if I still can.
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