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Being fed into a wood chipper or being slowly dismembered
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When I was 6, my father and I were at the A&P, there was a raging car fire.
The driver was trapped.
He was screaming and pounding on the windows, and every time he hit the window, I could see the flesh that burned off and stuck to the glass.
When the fire department got there, he was gone.
There wasn't a damned thing anyone could do.
The fire was so intense, the asphalt melted.
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark.
I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them,
I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period.
 
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
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