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Like the sound of distant coughing the masks of people’s courage fail and we flail in amongst our daydreaming fears the tears of beast we don’t normally acknowledge 
I promise to be a tissue for you.  Absorb everything.    Take my side when I'm right.  Argue when I'm wrong.  Slap me to your sense, as I will slap you to mine. 
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