Your technique is magnificent. When cut across the neck, a sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say. I'd always hoped to cut someone like that someday, to hear that sound.
I have instincts, proclivity, inclinations, impulses. They are all strong. They drive me. I can only be true to myself to be true to everyone else. I am what I am, just like Popeye. Never falter.
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