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Dec 2015
Friend, you stumble.
Can I help with your load?

Aye, pal, cheers -
budge up, everyone,
here's a new friend!


This is heavy.
Unbearable.
What is this thing
you all carry?

We're carrying the dragon,
pal.
Carrying the dragon.


Dragon?
From whence came
a dragon?

Ehm, not too sure -
our fathers summoned it,
we think.


Oh, its weight!
How have you managed
for so long?

No secret there, pal -
love.  Love,
and brotherhood.
We all chip in, know?


But does the dragon
not eat you?
It writhes on my shoulders
most disagreeably.

No, no,
canny eat you
if you're carrying it.


But it must eat!
It is bloated
and gorged
beyond movement!

Aye, well,
why do think we carry it?


So what does it eat?

I..  We...
We don't really think
too much about that.
We have each other
to worry about.


And what would happen
if you just laid it down?

It would die.
We would lose
all the meaning
from our lives.


I see.
Then come, brothers -
let us carry on.
Let us carry on
and on.
Alan McClure
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