Sorry for light content today. I was skipping school. Spill invited me up to Laughlin, NV. Now, I had never actually *met* my longtime coauthor, so it was reasonable to presume that he wanted to murder me, bury my body in the desert, and assume my identity. On the other hand, there was a small chance there would be some free booze involved. Which, happily, there was free booze, and no murder.
For Strength, For Courage.
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