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No more hiding, no apologies – he’s burning all the walls down. Unbeknownst to many people, he made a small and unobtrusive promise not to call them on their garbage –
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– but the benevolence has been analytically eliminated from the soul of our anti-hero. He doesn’t know what to do, he tries to understand their ways, but he grows progressively more bemused.
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He wishes not to sneak up on them – he wishes to face them and reveal these truths. He started with himself and now he fans outward like an uncontrollable flame.
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