That's step one, the ugly realization, but there's always a preamble.
You're sitting around, it's day two of your non-stop Battlestar Galactica marathon, and you've
eaten nothing but pizza, beer, and bad Chinese delivery when you notice a heaviness to your
thoughts. There's something ugly, perched up there in your brain, weighing on you. You try to lift it
with beer and a conversation about what you would 'do' to six but it doesn't go away and an an
already awkward, lie laden conversation, leaves you feeling queasy.
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