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We walked into a Walmart, looking for illumination. I was still green, having walked around the store and immediately need to piss.

“Take it as it comes kid,” he said. It was raining and we played chess.

“Does it get any better?”

“No, these things take time,” said the vagrant.

[juggler]

[jack of all trades]

A symbol was scrawled across his forehead. He blew glass, from time to time and watched Kurosawa. The key was to keep the flame as close as possible to our \texit{materiel} and dispose of any excess philosophies.

[…]

It was getting close, we never described it, but there was this flow.