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Morning, and the memory lingers like a cloud up from
my coffee. 8 a.m. and I’m on the run, another gilded warrior on his
way to the battle, girded by an invincible, impenetrable love.
A love a king would envy.
Follow me on twitter: @taylorkalvog
I’ll give you an answer for a question.
