The jack of all trades. This is lust; and this is good.
You've raised a prize fighter, a risk taker.
They call me the million dollar species.
Brought back there through their faces: insincere smiles and baited laughter;
surrounding us like vultures waiting for that last leg to give.
Your point is driven home with force.
They want me to move mountains in a little red wagon; squeeze blood from a stone.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. How can I thank you?
I cannot thank you enough for this. Smile for me?

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