This image kinda shocks me, but it also makes me laugh. Am I hiding around the finger-of-fate-in-fear, or just the clear point of the finger-of-fuck-you? Leave me alone. Question mark with exclamatory defiance. This is how I try to reconcile the beating around the bush of looking at myself (personal inventory of the Fourth Step) …
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