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March 3, 2008

From The Comments: Nicolas Hoover


Marie conceived a child. She drew him on the walls in red chalk.
At two, he was speaking.
At five, he killed ants and liked it.
At ten, he won the spelling bee.
At fifteen, he conquered a woman.
At twenty-five, he had five PhDs.
At thirty, he owned MicrosoftAOLTimeWarnerStarbucks.
At thirty-five, he became President.
At forty, nothing left to conquer, he remembered the ants.
At forty-three, on the night the new president was inaugurated, he launched the nuclear warheads, everyone died, and he went underground, the most powerful man in the world.
Marie promptly erased him, and started over.

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