"Oh how I murdered thy inhibitions. They lay slain in a pool of fear; the pernicious principle of candor was the weapon of choice, laced with a charm that only expedited the execution. 'Courage' was written in the irrationality that was splattered on the walls. Cases and cases of baggage were torn to shreds; pictures, records, and many other memories were left smoldering in desire. I ransacked the past to get you..."
-A. Lewis
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