Twinkling lights end up being stiff reminders of commercial obligation. I stuff responsibilities in a beat up box and leave it on a doorstep for someone else. I put on my heavy coat and drive a hundred miles for answers to irrelevancies rather than spending ten minutes fixing a broken door frame. Despite titantium pauldrons, I still grow weary from shouldering so much social obligation, after a while.
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