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He Always Had A Problem With The Purity Of Others. Never His Own.

Ack! Parables. I Hate Parables.

Foul And Magical Fumes Bubbled Out Of The Kettle, Like The Flatulence Of A Dragon On A Demon-only Diet.

Blessed Are The Meek, For To Them We Shall Say "attaboy".

Life Is Messy. Would That Every Puzzle Piece Fell Into Place, Every Word Was Kind, Every Accident Happy, But Such Is Not The Case. Life Is Messy