But nothing in life was set in stone and nothing in life is promised us. Not happiness, not joy, not love. Everything was variable and mutable and inconstant.
Faith HunterBeast had once informed me that humans were hunters only by luck and because they had opposable thumbs.
Faith HunterWalk softly and carry a big stick. Or stomp loudly and carry enough firepower to start a small war. Whatever worked
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