Last week’s events forced me to think of levels of acceptability and I was surprised how willing I am to accept things I wouldn’t normally have. Ideals that sound noble don’t matter so much. Where there’s life, there’s hope and the outcome of dirty bar fights rehashed and sides chosen sound ridiculous in the face of a coffin.

Last week’s events forced me to think of levels of acceptability and I was surprised how willing I am to accept things I wouldn’t normally have. Ideals that sound noble don’t matter so much. Where there’s life, there’s hope and the outcome of dirty bar fights rehashed and sides chosen sound ridiculous in the face of a coffin.

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