I was talking about no nukes, the farm crisis. People said that wasn&#39;t stuff that a state auditor was supposed to be talking about. Maybe they were right.

See, Cletus has this thing for cheese, but since he has no thumbs he has to have me give him his cheese on his food every night. If I die, no one else knows about Cletus and the cheese, and poor old Cletus would lose his mind. So I can’t die until he does. See how that works? (Jack)

The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is overcast, and that is why the sky seems stormy to you.

Written By Alexandre Dumas

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