The worst thing for a man is not what make him do. No one deserves a medal for killing in cold blood a baby of 17 years. Deserve medals for what they give to others.
Someday I'd like to know how to tell stories so well, how to hide the ideas to be revealing little by little, allowing time to assimilate, are contrasted, unhurried, until they are crisp, black on white, red blood on asphalt. "I've got light" 
PS: Someday I'd like to talk without removing the teeth, but that there must be a really tough guy and I still have a long way.
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