The ghosts don't exist without me. I don't get to decide whether or not I have any enemies. Maybe it only takes one to tango, I don't know. Here it is two a.m. and I'm wide awake considering the thought that nobody has ever really done me wrong. I suppose that it's luck.
All of my genes would seem to be stubbornly recessive and with no offspring, I can only hope to leave some love. I've got lots of that and you're welcome to all of it.
I don't really believe that the meek will inherit the earth but I do believe that they will have the best seats and most of the happiness.
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