i can't carry you on my shoulders anymore. maybe i could, but i don't want to.

i must do what i have to, even if it may cause misunderstandings. i owe it to myself to make the necessary changes. it is like as cryuff had explained: i can't go to the baker and say 'i am johann cryuff, give me some bread.'

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i lost a winger. but a DM has risen to the occasion, grown into the game. and i got myself a striker who may be unproven, but definitely has the potential to create some magic.
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in the meantime, god has also given me a second chance.

there are after all good english players too.

and finally, the best way not to oversleep is not to sleep at all.

it has been a crazy 30 hours. and there is still part 2 to come.