I didnít think it would take long to understand. Confusion is a game: yelling, screaming, blame, may as well be Tetris. Your honest contortions make me think of Rome. Who told Caeser, who told Brutus, who told my eighth grade Earth Science teacher. We could wait, you mumble, I like where we are, who we are. Why canít this be the place? I roar; but you just want to be warm.

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