I hurled myself into the abyss and discovered its my friend. This is the alchemical gold. The only way to deal with the abyss is to relax into it. Trying to change it is futile. I can't get out of it.
When the bombs go off I've already been prepared for it. My son doesn't have a job to go back to. I already knew that before we moved here. His company didn't get the contract to continue with the expansion. Lenoir is a small town and there are no jobs, but here we are, the perfect place, the perfect time.
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