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Ok so now she and I are a bit confused. More so, me I guess. We are still together. In the same house. We are at least talking shareing the same bed. But, we don't know what we are gonna do in the long term. I'm not hopeing for a heaven sent solution or anything.
I do know I'm going to find a better job. And do what I have to do for our kids and my sanity. I need to get out more. I'll try with her, but if not. I got some friends I could look up. I won't go out with the opposite sex. I just see that as wrong. Totally wrong to do.
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It means only one thing, and everything: Cut. Once committed to fight, Cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resoultely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depth of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a war wizard lives by, or he dies.
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