The Record carbon is calling your name, Zigg... you won't be able to let it go... it haunts your sleep, crawls up on your chest and wraps itself around your throat like a Darth Vader force grip... ominously, you hear the words, "Luke, you are my son, come with me to the dark side and together we will rule..." you suddenly wake up, out of breath, and say, "Father"
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One must live the way one thinks or end up thinking the way one has lived.
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