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			I looked back in and there's more bloody-minded hand-wringing. Whenever there's a dust-up around here, there's hand-wringing to follow. Repetitively. "This is what Barbelith would have been like without Flyboy!" What, bickering and hand-wringing? It was like that with him, without him, around him, etc. 
 
We all have our strange bunkers to escape down, so when the inevitable starts we'll be okay.			 |   
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