Unraveling
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America is the world's number one superpower. We all know that. And to be a superpower, you gotta have a strong mindset.
A really strong mindset.
Alfred does have that but..... with all the verbal abuse he goes through on a daily basis.....
It's hard.... and each insults unravels his strong mindset a bit.
Just a little.
But what happens when all that unraveling starts to show?
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