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[x_ginta_x]

*Ginta is perched on the arm of a convenient and decidedly comfy Nexus couch. He draws one leg up underneath him, letting the other dangle over the side before addressing the crowd around the sign.*

So, anyone here have their role in life pretty well figured out, then have something happen that made you question that? How'd that work out for you?

((x-posted to d_m))