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I drove once again along this tear-spilled street, where a wise tree who knows my story stands.

I swerved hastily at the curbside, got off, and told the wise tree.

“Sir, I am a coward.”

But he said, “No one is ever a coward, unless one allows himself to be.”

At that, I poured the gas, lit my match, and let the fire devour him.

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