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I’d like to suggest it’s also a story about power.

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“I need a decent bell,” I said.

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I considered it the epitome of bad taste.

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The world, we can philosophically conclude, is everything that is a mess.

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My thermos is like a magic wand.

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Hard work is only part of the equation.

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There is a ball, yes there is a ball; but there is, above all else, an occult disposition.

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What happened to the family treasures? I don’t know.

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It’s a gate to my soul.

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Restless bewilderment, it seems, is our only recourse, our only liberty.

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Having paid for the ducks, I started to remove the ribbons…