Voice_of_the_Soul12,13,01

I'm just spit balling here, boss. You use chalk on the drawing board for a reason.

I know; have him chained to the ground, and have his family and friends who once loved him stop by and ridicule him and treat him like the invalid he is. Of course, this could only work if he had a conscience.

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I don't mean to dwell
But I can't help myself
When I feel the vibe
And taste a memory
Of a time in life
When years seemed to stand still