Hmm. For some reason it’s always the 3rd step. In fiction and real life.

Which step is about going around and apologizing for the crap we’ve done? Cause I know that’s a hard one. Oh wait, different kind of step.

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I love the way you seamlessly blended intrigue and 8-yr-old-boy behavior with comic elements such as _His Dad didn’t normally wear a sleeping-cap with little pink flowers all over it and lyricall bits such as the murmur of a television preacher selling God by the ounce.
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I am in awe.