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I was born to be a dead-end sign at the crossroads for trouble. I could always see it coming from a distance, not knowing which way it would go, dust vortices of the devil, howling women, men braying for blood with their steely machines, children laughing at a madman. I would let the trouble get real close, before I ran. That's how I played the game, and I'm still around to tell the tales.