I know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right, yet to fail nonetheless. It's frightening, turns the legs to jelly. I ask you to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now it's here. Or should I say, I am.
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Brooklyn
*dashes off*
"clearly you've never made an omelette"
"...he beat me by one second!"
We have a hulk.
**SNAPS**