Race Cat
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Last published Thu, Jul 28, 2022
"It wasn't the fact that I lost, it was the fact that I didn't win. It was the fact that Marshall didn't win. That's where it started, that's where the coals were thrown under my feet, and I was forced to dance; I don't dance very well."
-Ephraim Wilhelm, interview with SCWN (2000)
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