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A horrible man was born on this day, eleven years ago, and I knew him. I promised him, once, that he and I would find it together. That we would climb, while keeping our distance. Distance is never good with someone like that, I can assure you, he is gone now.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
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A horrible man was born on this day, eleven years ago, and I knew him. I promised him, once, that he and I would find it together. That we would climb, while keeping our distance. Distance is never good with someone like that, I can assure you, he is gone now.
Dr. H. Wells
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
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