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The night wins at it’s own cost. Candid stories perched under the stern sharp glances filter unevenly away from those that care. The fire dims and flashes in it’s final exalted throws. A dull thud outside the main gate gives way to a nervous shrill. Men lose to a woman’s gain. Boys are never to become men. This is the way of things.

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