"Really? Here? Now? Among these hungry vermin starved of drama. We couldn't discuss this delicate issue in private. Of course we can't. You can only feel high and mighty when your crowd is watching you climb, but you dread the day I catch you alone. This is why, we can't be friends."
- Heartford
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Guidelines to Life
PoetryThe children only scatter and trip over the roots of the generation before. They know they need the sap, but do not know how to get it. Let me be the scalpel used to get such sap, and ween the children off of their ignorant feeling of misplacement.
