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“I deserve this end,” he said to no one, “Alone, in the prairie. A broken axle…Mrs. Langella, tell them. Tell the other children not to do what I have done.”

Wallow in self-reproach. Allow it to completely overtake you until you are hopelessly paralyzed. You forgot to call your mother on her birthday. Now it is time for a visualization.

I learned quickly how perilous it was here, how absolutely lawless. How even the turtles here – even the turtles, brother – were complete sociopaths. Everywhere you turned, another plant, or mushroom, or spiky roly-poly, meant us harm.

MONTEZUMA II: And what is your name? BLONDE MAN: I am the one they call Bieber.

Let me explain something about sin. They are all borne of the same thing: LOVE.