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June 23, 2005

Tanya: I ain't never seen France.

Tall and serious, he stands, staring into the near distance. Focusing on his goal, rejecting the underlying evidence that life lacks inherent meaning, and that this is but a pointless, futile gesture.

He knows that only he can accomplish this. A man must be his own god, make his own choices. Existence must precede essence.

He squints carefully, willing himself into action. Shifts his body slightly, preparing for the next, final movement, that will change the course of this endeavor. This could be the most important moment of his life.

“Dammit!”

“Don’t worry, Dude. You can pick up the spare.”

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