This NOTHING must leave NOTHINGVILLE for the day. He has a task that will not wait for any man. At my age, albeit in good health, can’t help but think of the consequences my wife would confront if I suffered a catastrophic heart attack with the machine completely disassembled. So, I must get back to work so as to play an end run around the grim reaper.
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