I can already feel you creepin up, above me, from under... behind and approaching... slowly, but steadily I can feel it ....you will take me over. I am your master! Slave!
:A thickquid fog,,,, dark and disturbing, pertrbing, penetrating... but I am a fortress and you will NOT overwhelm me... I hold you at bay behind my walls, attempting to push through, but I will not avail you of what is within... only as much as want - back up off me! Stand down- fall back....
I am YOUR MASTER! SLAVE!
thusly it ensues! let's git on now baby!
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On the eve of Iran war, the ‘Secretary of War’ fought with the Boy Scouts.
He didn’t win.
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[image: Four children in scout uniforms stand around a campfire, smiling,
with a large, ominous poster of a stern man and an angry face in the
background.]...
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